Seagulls
It's the end of another day,
What have I accomplished?
Nothing.
No self-help books can help me now.
I can't sleep, I'm alone in my bed.
Pretending he's beside me, I don't
Think he'll ever be.
Taking a walk, there's nobody out,
The streetlamps are pools of light,
The road stretches indefinitely,
There is only pavement.
But I see into forever, and all through
I'm alone.
I see a white flash on the dock, my heart soars.
But then it's just a seagull, it croaks,
The sound echoes into the night.
It glares at me, I glare back with my
One good eye.
It sticks its beak up in the air, and waddles
Off, typical sea-gull behavior.
Nothing to think odd.
But it reminds me too much of someone I know.
The seagull has taken flight, only now I
Wonder why it isn't at its nest, or home.
It's a wandering seagull, pretending to be
A huge, grand albatross.
It's white flashes in the air,
It swoops, aerial delights for one spectator.
I clap, the sound strange and lonely.
Maybe I will make friends with this one little seagull.
I give it a name it will never know,
Never know the significance of it,
The meaning to me,
The word I whisper to myself.
It caws, loud and swaggering with arrogance.
For one night, it's king of a small harbour
And a tiny patch of ocean.
I smile.
It lands on the waves,
Bobbing up and down like a white cork,
Guided by the ocean.
There is a sudden snap, a startled squawk.
White feathers litter the surf,
Now red.
I didn't know there were sharks around here.
Who am I kidding? I knew.