The whales leap, the sport of giants.
Flippers, huge tails smacking water,
joyful, cutting across the bay.

Blowholes snort and slash,
rending the blue-silver surface,
sending spumey shouts into the air.

Now the boats charge, sightseers cheering,
jockeying for place. The giants plunge
and dive, no use for mortal ways.

The water moves in restless eddies
above their vanished forms. As far
away as you are, you canít stop

watching, canít help wanting more.
As if the answers to lifeís mysteries
lay right before your eyes.

Puerto Vallarta, March 3, 2008


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