Up and down; over and under
I watch the Dolphins with awestruck wonder
Their sleek grey bodies glisten, like living pewter
They rise up on their flukes out of blue-green water.
I watch from the shallows as they race through the waves
They are like Children unable to behave
One of the young ones swims to where I stand
As if coaxing me away from the safety of sand.
He swims though the water and nudges my leg
As if saying ‘come and play with me, I beg’
Presenting his Dorsal; he chirrups for me to take hold
The others meet us halfway & I’m enveloped into their fold.
Beyond the waves they each take me in turn
Through the intricate steps that they will me to learn
Back at shore they leave, in a flash of flukes and fins
A rare gift it is, to be taught the Dance of the Dolphins.
Written by Siona Robertson (nee Effield)