I heard there were whales lunging out of the water
At Henley South,
“sleek and smooth as peach slices”,
One eye witness said.
I finished what I was doing and went down
For a look.
But the sea was flat and empty.
There were only a pair of cyclists on the other side
Doing up their clips
And a pelican amongst the gulls gazing wistfully to a spot
Where something might have been.
No sun was out. The sky was whale-grey.
I had missed the moment.