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The Pelican Rory Caskey
Pelican
Aferry crosses the bay at dawn, dolphins play in the wake, a pelican sits on the piling.
A man fishes at Keepers Point.
A pelican sits waiting, with hope that the generosity of the fisherman will benefit him.
The days begin to grow longer, kids play on the beach even when the kids don’t play the pelican still flies.
A man sits on his boat and watches as the pelican sweeps across the quilt of water.
The pelican
dives.
He bobs to the surface, a fish in his gullet.
The man thinks to himself “I’ve been here all day and the pelican has already caught more than me.”
By evening the pelican is back on the pilings. Standing, one of his legs tucked into his body.
The last ferry has docked for the night. The dolphins have stopped playing and the stars begin to rise.
