Poetry Friday004

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

“Oh!”, and

“Aw!”

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.

Lesley-Anne Evans

March, 2010

Photograph of Humpback Whale breaching from John Fenzel’s blog.