Humpback

 

As the blown spray fades

above its dorsal fin

a humpback slips back

beneath the surface

 

and you send with it

a sifting place,

a lonely piece,

one that turns always

into the wind

 

while you hold

with both hands 

to that perfect story,

 

reminding you that

to know

your own course

means believing in

what opens 

 

as it dives 

through the dark

curtaining

 

and receives

what plays around us

in the 

teeming.