Haiku written while working
at Thornton State Beach.
Surfers
Half torsos of men
And harbor seals penetrate
The water’s surface
A cool breeze ruffles
The seagull’s wings; his cries go
Unheard to the skies
White racing clouds move
With cool indifference to
The ocean, the sky
Waves lapping in time,
Incessant roar and whisper:
The universe speaks
Pelicans flying
To the sun, their wings keeping
Time with the weather
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Surf Fishermen
Thickly wristed men
In green rubber and striped shirts
On the beach, casting
Darkness dividing
The horizon – it looks like
A storm’s on the way
As the moon bends to
Kiss the horizon, the sun
Peaks over the hill
All poems copyright Robert Pavlik
493 Woodbridge Street
San Luis Obispo, CA 93401
USA
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