Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Wednesday Morning Beach Report

Ghost boat.
And the pelicans on the jetty are still as statues.
Terns circle and cry but never commit to plunge for a fish.
Maybe there are no fish.
A single sea lions leaves the lazy dock life, undulating straight and fast for the harbor's mouth and
passes a couple perched on the rocks.
They are silent. Turned toward one another, heads hung low. For them the water, the birds, the boat, the sea lion do not exist.


Ms. Moon said...

Ah, darling. Every day I read here and think, "Why don't I go to the beach?"
Maybe I should start thinking more seriously about this move to Apalachicola.

37paddington said...

hey there. how wonderful to look out at the sea.