Planet Whale Shark
On top of Planet Whale Shark
One could skip across
and slide down
There is no sound, no connection
Racing the mass
Inching towards the beast
An air-check lessens hydrofoil
Pushing to an anal fin the size of me
I migrate out of tail striking distance,
approaching a down-turned pectoral fin
Staring into spots getting tunnel vision.
I notice two longitudinal ridges
Like walking on another Planet
Foreign splotched rough gray landscape
There is the dorsal
Here is the hydrofoil, plane-ride
A moment to catch my breath
And look around
Arch of head fills my peripheral vision.
Mouth like a crescent
Peek over the edge and see
Five Remoras hanging on her lower lip.
Begging for left-overs
Backing off I catch her eye
It’s small, smaller than her palm-sized spots
Concentrated pixels of white on gray
What does she have to see?
Splotches flowing in the current
Scythe sweeping slowly
A planet in orbit
I open my palm and see the size of her white spots. And I smile in the flow.