point fermin, of a monday

this morning

on the rocky shore

beneath the shale and

sandstone cliff

forty pelican's unspooled

themselves from beyond

my sight and

banked to the left,

banked to the right

flying just above my

extended reach -

their perfect soaring,

coasting flight -

a cuneiform - a telegraph -

whatever it is

that they intend

i hold it in

my loosened grasp

and see it only when

i slit my eyes

and obliquely

let them glide.