I knew instantly. I saw the boats floating
off of Avenue C, near the Redondo trench.
I parked my car in front of the cream building
with the Spanish tile roof. The building I lived in
when I was thirty. The building Mike Lasher
helped me move into and then christen.
The building with my studio apartment that
over looked the Redondo trench. I’d go to sleep at
night dreaming of oceans and waves and salt.
I parked underneath the window I used to
look out of onto the exact spot
where the boats gathered for church this morning.
I walked across the street and sat on the wall.
I waited. Three sailboats, two fishing skiffs, one
motor yacht, several kayakers and two stand up paddle
boarders waited too. Bobbing on the water moving
taking a break, having a snack, before they continue
their migration. They are stars here.
If we could, we’d ask for autographs. The boats move
together in circles toward the shifting colors and spouts
following the whales like the paparazzi. I saw the dolphins
surfing in the small waves. They are much more popular
when the whales are off swimming on another coast.