All is silent, eerily silent
As if the ocean has inhaled and
Been caught holding its breath.
A seagull sits on a rock not far from shore
Statuelike, it rests waiting
For sunlight to break through the overcast.
Suddenly a breeze kisses
The calm water, the sun pushes through the fog
And the first breaker of the incoming tide
Tumbles against the bird's perch.
Before the silence is broken by the water's crash,
Before the rock is covered by white spray,
The statue comes alive leaping
Into the bright sky
Complaining bitterly of the disturbance.