In this time of fading empire,
Of violent uncertainty and the
Giving way to new upheaval,
Let it be known, let it ever always
This is the year the porpoises swam
Through the Golden Gate.
Spinning in the water, calf and mother,
Heralds of some time we could not see.
Grey multitude returned
To grace cold waters.
What else came back,
Without our noticing?
Time can heal.
Time, effort, and the leaving things alone,
To make their way.
Harbor porpoises have not hunted in the Golden Gate for more than 60 years. Their numbers have been increasing in the last several months. In other news, this week marked the first foray of a grey wolf into California since 1924.