Written in my old loft for someone very dear to me. That first poem…..
The seagulls claw & caw the rooftops brazen in their stature.
Wings spread heroically, elevating them to fresh heights to pursue their bounty.
Admist this stealth & stature the hopeful followed by the hopeless drift in & out of consciousness far below.
Matching the ebb & flow of the tide in a restlessness they float in & out.
Froth & sloth in seamless motion.
The happiness brief & all too fleeting.
All is not lost though, hidden yet present.
The pebbles & the lee shore tell the story should we look & listen hard enough.
Many in number much like ourselves, bathed & washed gloriously by the love of nature we rumble with rapturous applause as the ocean retreats to become one once more.
Lost & found, lost & found, we are all here together.
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