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The Whale

Somewhere out there you are walking; maybe you’ve gotten

as far as the beach and taken off your shoes or pulled

binoculars from your pack to see a bird better, or a boat,

or the island of seals. And you’ve wondered by now, as I do,

will they be there forever, the beach, the birds, the seals,

figures, you among them, dear friend, of this landscape

I see from my window, a frame on a changeable weather,

everything, not just the tide, in flux, faraway but soon.

And what if you’ve paddled your kayak into big winds

beyond easy waves of the harbor? What if you’ve taken on

sea chop, its wild unknowable currents and swells?

A whale cruising for krill might graze your hull,

tip it. What I honor is your brave imagination, not that

you play it safe: you know you don’t know what’s possible.