October 6, 2020
Whale Breaching
By Amba Gale
This fog filled morning
the bright lights of our family room
illuminate the whale.
Leaping with joy, he flies
Up
Up
Up
he flies
beyond the froth,
far above the hills.
Eyes open wide,
he smiles,
joyous,
wondering,
celebrating the glory of being alive,
his great flippers just like wings
as he propels
himself toward the sky,
and then, married to gravity, falls
to the depths of the sea
with sheer abandon,
announcing his place in the world.
