Cookie Coma

Cookie Coma

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

Off.

the sea’s roll

Halts.

a gull’s cry snaps in two... The first bite! 

All senses to their stations.

It is done.  The sugary, buttery, baked

Batter swallowed.

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.  

-Doug   

(Los Arcos, returning after a day’s dive)