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



and receives

what plays around us

in the 


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