Wavelets

  
Another gray, overcast day,
Still, I feel the warmth of the sun.  
   
White birds that float & soar & dive,  
all in one long day, how they do,  
   
Giving no notice to myself,  
grounded, with one way to express.  
   
Awkward, cutoffs in the shallows  
and no fresh fish for my trouble.  
   
But a white bird has sent me here  
that I’ll never meet by the sea.  
   
So instead of chance encounters,  
I’m watching the tide coming in  
   
As I anticipate a kiss,  
Like a wavelet against that rock.  
   
There it goes!