Sound of bubbles
the perfect sphere
Then at the center
eleven whales appear
Gulping krill wide mouthed
they lunge
Skim the surface
submerge and plunge
We hold our breath
as they exhale
A bold burst of sound
then a tail
An echo lingers in the still
and waiting day
Undulating spine flukes of white
black and gray
Syncopated geysers of
silver salt spray
Silence, then song
it’s the baleen ballet.