Millionths of a Second
In a narrow strait
at the tip of the island
a dolphin showed itself,
a sun-kissed glimpse of godhood,
and our friend told us a story
of dolphin depth-perception, a matter
of millionths of a second.
Later, taken onto a skiff
where we crouched in the stern
beneath a swinging yardarm
that demanded our attention,
we saw the story told again
to a seen-it-all skipper -
who brightened, despite himself,
like a sail filling with a fresh breeze
or a rudder responding
to a deepening current -
with just the same gestures,
just the same smile,
the same sense of wonder felt
and imparted.

David Callin

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