the cool edge of sunrise aches along
the long ominous eastern horizon

a fat old pelican waits above
the almost blue. he watches her

long dark hair hang in the warm still air
her toes dig in to this sandy shore

on the gulf of Mexico
her thoughts cast out into the storm

she can not see.
like the pelican, she hungers

for something out there beyond
he looks back at her, then on gray wings

cuts a path through the void between them
smaller and smaller

He grows in her mind
until he dives and finds

something.