SEEKING SOLITUDE

by joannagilmanhyde

The Hawk Beach 7:55pm

I had just started to write

The Guzzle is at Its deepest

when the incoming tide

churns its way toward Me

along the far edge

caught in the evening light

like a mini Grand Canyon —

then I heard a BUZZ —

a giant flying insect?

I looked overhead and guessed

I was being spied upon

by My First Ever Drone!