Thunderstance

Happens like that, when waves
propagate crushing headlines.

Pacific reams of vital sheets
stack over each other. Unreal

sequence brought to the rim
by inner bubbling of distance.

Wavering close of unbearable
scene, curtain's called well after

strike. Look, if you tilt your head
sideways and anticipate the sunlight's

blocking, see barely etched there:
mama sea turtle's eggs, buried.

Slightest shifts in the sand summon
saliva rain from circling vultures

lurking beneath awnings of cliffs,
advancing through sea-spray haze.