'what could one do but watch?
The sea heaved; fulmars
slid by on static wings;
the shark - not ready yet
to re-enter the ocean
travel there, peaceable and dumb -
waited, and was watched;
till it all became
unbearable, whereupon the wind
in its mercy breathed again
and far below the surface
glittered, and broke up.'
From the poem 'Basking Shark'
In the collection 'The Tree House'
By Kathleen Jamie
Published by Picador Poetry in 2004
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