I watch the first line come into view out of the heavy coastal fog and I count them
They pass and this is followed by another line
Moving as if attached to an invisible cable.
Moving as a rollercoaster might as it passes over undulating hills of wooden track.
12, 7 , 15. 4
Each appears out of the gray, rolls up and down along the shore, dipping above and below the break of the waves then banks at the rise of the jetty and moves out towards the open ocean.
I want to be closer.
I want to hold this moment
Suddenly the two longest lines of all
Back to back
All move along the same path and all emerge and fade into the fog covered abyss.
I have never seen so many pelicans in my life
These are surely one of the most graceful and beautiful of birds
People think of them as awkward and big because we judge everything by the same standards we defeat our own kind with.
These are magnificent aerial angels who move with the design of the sacred
They do not subscribe to, and are untouched by, our small thoughts and limitations
To watch them is to be transformed too
But I want to be closer
I want just a minute more to commune
6, 12, 5
Later that day we walk to the bay at low tide
I am still thinking of the pelicans
I know we will see gulls, cormorants, herons and geese
And they are all magnificent
But pelicans. . .
We walk along the exposed mud flats and, around the turn of the bay, we see the sun illuminating gulls resting on the shore
And among them, as we draw closer, the Pelicans are here too
A wish answered
This day will never come again
I number it as well
One to remember