for those who are about to rise we salute you!
No blowhole fountain
No rolling hump
followed by a black
hang-glider sized fin
for the moment
Nothing is rising
to corrugate the still waters.
like a sparkler spluttering into life
a sudden crackling voice on the radio breaks the monotonous silence.
There is a gruff reply from our maritime guide as he takes down
nautical directions and turns with a victorious looking smile
to announce the good news!
which raises a cacophony of excited gasps
among we rail gripping passengers.
There is a coming about as they say in nautical terms
and a mingled chorus of hopeful exclamations
a sudden burst from the engine
a gut heaving leg wobbling foam prowed surge
as we head further out
passing bobbing marker buoys
with clouds of raucous inquistive
and no doubt hungry seabirds in pursuit.
It is as if the sought gargantuans are saying
'we are over here! we are over here!come and watch!
In a few more moments we approach the given location.
Diesel throbbings beneath our wellington feet subside
into tick over mode
all eyes repeatedly moving left and right
a huge mountainous eruption of barnacled leviathans
explode through the surface amid rousing cheers from all on board
happy to disregard the torrential spray raining down on us.
Cameras clicking and flashing
sporadically brightening up the most glorious of scenes.
The spectacularism of which will remain to brighten up
the most glorious of my memories.