They would hangout in groups of just two
Always knowing just what to do
They’d watch the tide drop
Standing still on their rock
Like a well-carved and living statue.
I would watch them watching the ocean
While applying my sun tanning lotion
They would stand and not speak
For not hours but weeks
Like under the spell of some potion.
Often they did not even walk
But just watched the water like hawks
Then soared way above
The ocean they loved
While I stared and speechlessly gawked.
It was weird to see them just fly
Way up high like the birds in the sky
But they flew and they flew
Above the deep blue
Flapping their arms and going so high.
I once saw these people who could fly
That’s not true, I’m telling a lie
How I wish that they could
But they stood and they stood
Then dramatically pointed at the sky.
Awood © 2014
All photos taken by me and published with consent of the subject.