Where the gulls soar and glide



12/9/16 About a life-way not my own

Swimming in my apathy,

not drowning,

because basically I live here.

I am aquatic,

I am marine.

I am scuba,

down here

dwelling in my depths.

Far above, somewhere,

up there,

I can see the bright light of hope,

like day light,

sun shine,

warmth and growth.

It is there,

where the air flows freely,

and the breeze kisses

optimistic cheeks.

The gulls soar and glide

and kingfishers wait patiently

over estuaries

for their chance to 

kill to live.

That light where all that life happens

seems so inviting,

yet so alien and

forever out of reach.


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