The print the whales leave

You and I on the boat notice

 the print the whales leave,

 the huge ring their diving draws

 for a time on the surface.

 Is it like that when we

 lose one another? Don't

 know, can't. But

 I want to believe

 when we can no longer

 walk across a room

 for a hug, can no longer

 step into the arms of the other,

 there will be this:

 some trace that stays

 while the great body

 remains below out of sight,

 dark mammoth shadow

 flick of flipper

 body of delight

 diving deep.

- Marjorie Saiser