Last weekend I spent 36 hours on a ship in the Atlantic Ocean in search of marine wildlife. This is what I saw. And thought.
how could such an enormous creature simply slip beneath the surface in such a small swirl of water and vanish, right before my eyes?
how is it that this creature that seems to magically exist in this other reality, this other world–this vast, dark ocean–be made of the same stuff as me: flesh and bone and brain and spirit; suspended in water and raised on our mothers’ milk?
…are these whales my brothers and sisters?