“Scrambled to nearby clearing, misty quiet listening…”

Moments at cliff edge, arduous path,
Peering into abyss, whale spouting
Carried to treetops, I followed on
Hiking trails, scrambled to nearby
Clearing, misty quiet listening, spout,
Hollow echoes, more distant now,
Breaching dark depths of Fundy Bay.
In silence, I wonder, was spouting real
Or imagined? Wishful thinking, mind
Trail wandering, beyond this island,
Another place-time. As if within arm’s
Reach, I heard spouting again, clouds
Clearing, white spray, dark-backed
Fin breaching, water-slicing, my day,
My hiking, all within complete.

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