It happens often without explanation
We stop and stare seaward
Mona-Lisa-esque smiles on intent faces
Books open to paragraphs read and re-read
Awestruck and silent, but for the occasional
As leviathan launches from watery horizon
With slaps and splashes and foam
Do we remember the day we stood
Naked and knew it not?
When God showed us, and we named it, “Whale”?
It is still good.
Photograph of Humpback Whale breaching from John Fenzel’s blog.