Witness to a Moment

Sitting on the rocks with a book, my hair a riotous tangle in the wind, I heard what sounded like a whale expelling air through his blow hole. Were it not for the sound, I would have missed it. A sea lion surfacing and diving. Blowing out and taking in air. Once coming up with a whole silver fish in his mouth. I was the only witness to this moment. And now it is mine and mine alone.

Maggie (who is a wonderful poet) left the most beautiful poem in the comments of my last post. So beautiful, in fact, that I wanted to pull it here for all to read. Thank you so much Maggie.

Wandering souls
more at home
in the far reaches of the globe gathering sea tumbled glass
and communing with penguins.
Speak to the dolphins
synchronous swimming.
Take me there in your journals
Let me feel the ocean loam
and hear the cry of gulls
as the sun sets in your direction.