One by one they come to the surface to pray...
Glossy, dark, streamlined shapes, their breath steams into the air...
Plumes of mist stark against the pink morning light...
The sun rises...
God has arrived...
He shines, his warmth and radiance they feel on their skin even through the cold waves that surround them...
God greets them...
His face ripples and splinters into a kaleidoscope of geometric shapes...
Triangles, hexagons, polygons, parallelograms, trapeziums all coming apart and reassembling in the underwater sunlight...
What God wants they do not know...
They only know to praise him...
They lift up their flukes... Droplets streaming from their slick hides...
Secret heavy-lidded wondering eyes...Rolling in the foam...
"Let God be praised!"
They seem to say.. Heads bobbing in the surf... White pegged teeth grinning...
Whistle, and screech, bellow, and wail...
A song of life, birth, death, and joy...
Like the first words that were ever spoken by the first cognitive beings...
God moves across the sky, disappears over the horizon line...
Stars jewel the night sky, a sparkling veil over Africa...
Clouds form, distant lightning flashes... The sea turns to purple-black...
The devout worshiper's slumber... Drifting deep on the moving currents of the world...