We wait, not knowing
just where it will happen; suddenly
they smash through the surface, someone begins
shouting for joy and you realize
it is yourself as they surge
upward and you see for the first time
how huge they are, as they breach,
and dive, and breach again
through the shining blue flowers
of the split water and you see them
for some unbelievable
part of a moment against the sky—
like nothing you’ve ever imagined—
From “Humpbacks” by Mary Oliver
I had posted the whole of this poem, but immediately felt guilty about posting someone else’s artistic work in its entirety. So instead, I invite you to find this poem and read it. Then read it again. Then read it once more for good measure.
Dear readers, I hope you see something wonderful smash through the surface this weekend.