Amidst
the light of
Sun on sand
The incandescent blue
Of wave upon wave
The gulls swoop
In slow cadence
Like marionettes
Moved in slow circles
Above roaring waters.
Then
the waves crest—
Become like sculptured granite.
The gulls, still suspended and motionless,
Wait
Wait
Above silent water.
Now
the gulls plummet—
Their shrill cacophony
Pitched high above
The rush and churn of waves.
Spiraling, they fall,
Inventing geometries,
Tracing the way
Of motion and of stillness.
