Long flippers maneuver tonnage
in the ocean off Papava Point,
deflect streams of content
over barnacled skin.
Whales glide under water,
their presence revealed
by plumed exhalations.
Males cruise breeding grounds,
whale song melodies synchronized
in Baja, Japan, and Hawaii.
Periodically they surface, bodies
arched into consciousness,
then turn in mid air,
and dive into meaning
beyond fathom.