Starring out at the Pacific,
The seagulls, hundreds of them,
Floating in the water like a broken string of popcorn
From a Christmas tree.
The sea lion popping up to say Hello,
I suddenly remember that I am a writer,
A dancer, a dreamer.
Every day I work.
I work and I feel stupider.
How could I have forgotten about the ocean?
It’s waves crashing in,
And Yes, things change.