The root of why a Whale breaches

Is mastery of domain.

Sixty tons of cargo flings himself

From down below to air.

People suspect the reasons rightly

Such as: "Pardon me, I'm burping",

Or "Shaking loose the barnacles",

"Coming up because it's there".

Be told in truth Whales

Also breach the heavens

To achieve a sense

Of momentary "Whalelessness".

The force of directions bursts

an aquatic missile into the vapors.

H2O spills down

The tail, water falls away.

From where he came

The Ocean punched a hole.

Rising in flight

He fans the sea.

Follow slowly upward . . .

Focus on his strength relaxed,

Sailing over heights of feeling,

Surveying all from water, sky.

The instant does occur

When gravity reclaims.

Many tons of soul

Go gracefully inert.

Between the leam and fall,

Before the plunge,

Is what to wait for.

Before is relatively later.

How long may words

Hold one image strong?

A Whale transfixed in space,

Struck mightily in place,

Before the final dive

Into the larger picture.

The sun sprays glittering optics

As our creature crashes down in split seconds.