in the street
amid conventional people
and everyday happenings

the blue whale passes
through the air behind me
all but unnoticed

I turn
once the whale has gone
and see only

conventional people and
everyday happenings
but I know something

I have been missing for decades
has just brushed me
and I want to weep

but only with someone else
who felt it as well
I cannot weep alone

because one man
weeping alone
is no way to offer praise

to whatever has made it so
that such things exist
unseen but deeply known