The view from here

facts & pictures

Yesterday there were clouds above the pier, backlit, opalescent.

This is not a picture of them.

five zero; five, zero

50° F

The beach and the pier are deserted this morning,
their residents having (hopefully) found windbreaks
and warmth elsewhere.

Zero cyclists aimlessly riding.
Zero dogs chasing pelicans into flight.
Zero quiet men throwing nets into the water for bait.
Zero loud ones over at the picnic tables.
Zero bundles of suffering flesh lying unconscious in the sand.

Neruda had it right.

foaming toward infinity
the sea is ceaseless

seconds break over themselves
shaping time from tides