brinksmanship

At Zacatito

we paddled our slender kayaks

half a mile offshore

to where the sea gods were breathing,

silvery plumes of exhale

hung shining in the late sunlight,

were we at our peril

gallivanting with a pod of 40 ton humpbacks

in the pelagic wilderness?

Maybe not,

but we could not be certain,

and such brinksmanship

easily translated into high adventure...

w/ Bill, Mexico 1999