July 19, 2015
The clouds didn’t deter us, sun not our only motive
Just the sound of the waves like a craving
Umbrella, blanket, towel, one chair
And a picnic – but it could wait
The boulders drew us over to explore the tidepools
The mystery of the other side luring us over the top
We returned to our picnic—
and a report from the next blanket over.
Seagulls took your chips!
We chased them away!
I eyed the reporters suspiciously,
The bags were unopened!
But later I witnessed another seagull incursion
a chee-toh feeding frenzy.
I always felt a kinship with the seagull
the soothing song of waves, warm sand
And as I watched the seagulls I realized
if I was one of these seagull banditos
I would still be me, staring at the crashing ocean
feeling regret over more chips than sushi.