Above the Pacific— not a cloud in the sky,
one souful boy gazed across the rocky coast

That September afternoon as pelicans winged.
Only Maxwell could contemplate their flight.

Only his grandparents beheld his intense eyes
as the exquisite birds performed their dance

Before they swooped into the waves. He watched
above our shoulders discerning great blue whales

Enormous they were— blue and white— flapping
with joy the same as the pelicans came ashore.

Maxwell loved it beyond anything. Instantly, we felt
young— able to let go of fear, madness and rage.

The blue whales flowed along with incredible creativity.
Our worries— acknowledged as consciousness arrived.

Maxwell’s countenance expressed their energy—
newly balanced energy despite all our fears