Mid-winter morning and nature’s pounding rhythm calls me into the sea,
Cold clouds, wet and gray I sit a mile out on a rock slab waiting for waves,
off a vague mist lined point of land, waiting for …something to come.
Its not the waves i feel, no shark, or bubbles of fish i see beneath me,
But in the distance, a set of big black fins gliding on the horizon,
closer to land than I am, come straight for me on an intersecting course.
Killer whales stop my heart. Do they/dont they see me? dont they care?
…No Joe killers their not, just a name we give.
See them, be them, at peace, mammals one and all.
A mother father and a child come to me as one,
just wait be calm and trust them as they trust you, we both can tell,
Fins now only few feet in front slip silently beneath my feet
so close i can touch them with my toes,
join for a moment in silent eternity as they pass,
surface just beyond my reach
go on their way to a calling I vaguely understand.
Children of the sea , both you and me sharing as one this cold drab day,
I sit alone look at the misty distant shore with its buildings and highways and passing cars, wonder at the closeness of the stars.
Killer whale pod?…mother, father, children of the universe,
Mammals one and all, silent majestic,returning to our calling,
We are children of the stars, our parents the Universe.
A true first awakening experience, a chance personal encounter i had with the children of the sea when I was a young man totally hooked on surfing.
16″ × 20″ original pencil, pen n ink with oil on panel board hand painted by Hawaii seascape artist Joseph Ruff