Sea Otters

I see you floating, baby on belly.
You nest her (I know it’s a girl child)
in a cradle of kelp,
then dive deep,
for orange starfish or spiny urchin,
crack to find softest flesh,
and feed your waiting child.
Countless journeys to the deep
to grow this girl,
feel her heartbeat
close as seaweed wraps
you together.
We watch, my girl and me,
in silence, knowing this moment is not for words, or film--
beyond the range of longest lens,
too fast for ordinary shutter,
too fleeting for any net of lines--
only, if we are lucky,
a moment we can share
for this moment
together.