Gulls slice through cappuccino layered clouds,
spiral above rolling sets of Marine Terrace waves.
I scribble sketches of wet tree fern, shattered rock roses.
A small dog grouses beneath my glass desk.
This snug harbor is sanctuary on loan, a refuge beyond
The range of cell phones or dire announcements.
Rain comes and goes as I unclench and unwind.
A peak of blue and bit of sun hint of much brighter days.