From December 29, 2011

Seagulls 
In their high-stepping
Broad-shouldered
Puffed up 
Way 
Of surveying the shore

Make me smile.  

These feathered dons own the place.
They privilege me with the opportunity
To breathe their air
To see their sky
To walk in step
With the surf whose pounding cadence
Is a caress,
The fingers-through-the-hair 
Of a familiar lover,
A touch that is always welcome,
A leaning in 
To the strength
That says all is well and 
You are safe.
Walk with me,

Be with me, 
Custodian of the tide.

Keep your finger
On the pulse of the world.

Enter the world of a seagull

And smile.

One Single Impression