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
So beautiful
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.
Poor seagulls
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.