We had left the dolphins
Far behind, were heading
Back to shore, when
By the point - off Ponta D'Ora
Herman
Slowed, shouted, pointed
At a great, grey, gentle shape
Meandering through the waves with
It's motley crew of hangers-on.

Carl slipped in, snorkeled
Over with the others. Hung there
Watching, touching, while
The ocean's largest fish
Ignored them,
Munched it's planktoned way on through the sea.