Every minute counts

And every summer does too

As the storm hits the shoreline

Blowing a loon onto the beach

He stays quiet with his head tucked between his wings

While you watch him from the balcony

You’re careful not to let the dog get too close

By the third sunrise, the loon is alert

And watching those that fly overhead

On the long drive home

You eat a gas station brownie

And wonder

Is he careening over the waves

Or still in the sand watching the others fly