air is salt water breezes cooler
than the land
coming in off the sea with the raucous cry of gulls and their white wings wheeling in
circles looking for fish
washing up on the dark wet dense packed sand with a roar
climbing
thinning
reaching with white fingers
only to fall back with a hiss and a sigh and a weeping cry
sit on the sand with the slate blue sky
and the wash of the waves rolling in from the distant sea
and watch and think of destiny
for a million years I have not come here
only the birds and the lizards and the white white waves
but it was waiting for me and learning what to be and knowing I would be here
so I sit on the sand with the waves and the clouds and the slate blue sky
and I wonder
this is not for me to know
and the gulls and the fishes and the lizards and the sandpipers will always
always wonder
and look at me?
