Whale Whispering

Although both the wind and waves
are now each calling ..
Whether or not you take note
of the very rapture of my porpoises
and whales,
today out yonder
as they do idle, make love and play
beyond the bluff ..
Then mount and ride proud
upon the summit, peak and brow
of innocent tsunamis ..
All that now means nothing  
since they are far too busy
pleasuring themselves
to notice ..
And would they even care ..
I dare think not,
although I watch alone
and from a certain distance ..
Come watch them too
if you so choose and please
as they crash, pose, weave and wave ..
By any yardstick perfect
thunderous they are my friend
those flying porpoises and whales
who leap only for the joy of leaping
and some innate drive to cruise
alongside the likes of lone
kittiwake, albatross and petrol ..
See how through
clouds and waves and storms
they all did appear,
then vanish down mid
saline spray and foam to briefly
surface and to dance
in dappled sunlight,
before disappearing with
a mighty wave ..
And slip below an beyond
the deepest and the darkest depths
of shameless and shadowless oceans
to where the whale whisperer was calling ..