At the Beach – #poetrymonth #poetry

At The Beach

a wave erupts
with a clap of white spray
against the rock
where four gray gulls loiter

they startle into the air
a burst of flapping wings
and shrieking outrage
each a tumble of chaos
fleeing its own direction
like popcorn exploding
from an uncovered pan

the wave retreats
the gulls return
the ocean swells

I think we all know
what happens next