By Eva Alice Counsell
Only seagulls surround us
balanced
on their parameter of hunger,
and seals
who in their soft-body swim
roll onto the rocks
to stretch their skin
to infinite edges.
They lie about
like sleeping infants.
If there are sharks
they swim beneath sight.
The water
slides by undisturbed
and the cold sun slips
through a seam in the clouds.
Persistent wind
like a child's wailing
cramps our fingers
intertwined like nest twigs.
The picnic, pocketed into parts,
will wait.
We will be as those seals,
full-fat on ocean air
and lying
beneath the cloud shift
until the tidemark
measures the horizon
and our huddled bodies
take the shape of stones.
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Thursday was another nice day, partly cloudy in the morning, brilliant sun in the afternoon. I had some work to get done in the morning and Paul had several hours of Zoom calls in a row, so I was in charge of lunch for both of us. In the afternoon we walked to the beach, saw many pairs of ducks, and watched some spring training baseball. We had soup with cheese and crackers for dinner.
I chatted with my friends from fandom for a long time in the evening, though we talked more about politics and religion than entertainment. Afterward I watched the shark-infested Doctor Odyssey, hoping next week doesn't jump the shark outright (would happily settle for a sharknado), and now we're watching the House with the priest. Some Seward Park and Audubon Center structures:
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