A flock of pelicans skim silently through the breeze
Gliding just above the churning waves
In a line
A perfectly imperfect configuration
Sunshine sparkles on the water
The percussion of the crashing waves
A remnant of last night’s deluge
I float in the salty water
Watching my children run and play
Sharing in the bliss of the sun
The storm is over
We are thriving yet
