And couldn't think of any one else who might mildly appreciate it...
Went for a lunchtime stroll and sat on the anti-erosion boulders by the lighthouse and this is what happened:
Watching...
Perched on transplanted granite
Gaze cast upon ancient water
Cheeks kissed by ocean mist
Pelican bellies float overhead
Wishing...
Clinging to crumbling breccia
Seeking elusive stability
Neck dripping salty sweat
Condor ghosts circling below
(fine print: I am not a poet nor do I play one on TV)