Breakfast Surprise

We had our breakfast on the beach,
early morning waves slip-slapping, sounds of
baby nursing, dog lapping.
Mountains blushed scarlet pink surprise

We scavenged
ragged bushes for those
blackberries, sourish and sweet,
only a very few in reach;
separated fruit from seed
with tongues that swept instinctively
and teeth that knew
to bite exploringly.

We paced a thorny buffet line—
dodged sea jelly dinner plates
clear or red, dead before
the rescue tide—
and always finding one big seed inside
to spit
into the bushes.