Saturday, July 10, 2010
Imagine. A warm, lumpy brown cookie
rippled with chocolate chips after
an enlivening snorkel escapade and fresh
water rinse off!
Warm in the galley the sunset shuts
the sea’s roll
a gull’s cry snaps in two... The first bite!
All senses to their stations.
It is done. The sugary, buttery, baked
The sun picks up where it was falling,
The mixing bowl lists and rocks again,
The gulls’ cries resume.
Senses creep back to their beds.
(Los Arcos, returning after a day’s dive)