How to see a whale Julie Stevens

Julie Stevens

How to See a Whale

They took the wrong path and we didn’t say. We held firm, as they dashed to the front, the rocking, rocking of lives left behind − a splash of success nearby.

The clock drained as we waited, waited these legs couldn’t walk on a rocking boat, the silence dragged a doubt to us, still we watched, we waited, for it to come.

Their smiles and pointing made us envious how they might witness such a thrill, the fear we’d miss out was all too real but we rocked, we waited, we waited.

Too much concern, two stunned faces, from the dark the whale’s grey body rose, lay on the surface, its mass balanced − we saw luck lying below.

We turned, we thought, we didn’t want to shout in case this giant changed its mind, we watched, we waited, we kept so quiet, they took the wrong path and we didn’t say.