at that beach where gusts

from the heavy south       scattered

terns into the sky       rocks

tumbled up and down the shoreline making

eggs       of one another
the beach was laid with these eggs

and the timber too was boneround 
at that beach the ocean hazed up

into mountains or was it the mountains

dissolving back down 
because of the wind because of the salty clatter

we didn’t

have to talk       didn’t

have to say       again

it’s so beautiful
some moments in some days birds

fold into light or water       gulls inside

bright grey clouds or swallows

shifting the careful placement of evening

light 
my baby hands me an apple

and says for me
she waves hello and goodbye to rocks

and spiders and cutlery or just this one 
byebye this one
our shared me is the warm apple

browning in our hands       we graze

its edges with our teeth 
also truthful is the singular and cloudy       they 
just one person or a group? 

yes       a flock of people 
they keep taking flight whenever I get close