I am the eye of a gull,
Manmade
A permanent watch
Above the white maned sea
A billion particles,
As many as there are stars,
Change the shape of the waves
Seasonally
If two grains meet so many times
in all that commotion
Winter’s thrashing and Summer’s still
Is that fate?
I record fate, and miracles,
I call the chorus of seabirds
Across the sky, a film-maker
For those who notice, the beauty of slow motion
Recognise what I can mean
Besides deciding if its worth the trip
And the parking fee
I see
Sun browned
Each moment of thrill, and every fall hard won
Laughing dogs
each dawn, following the hours missing
Two ships on the horizon,
Wintering here
Bright moons, a string of vessels
Blurred and alien
The lens black, exact lines of white
Spraypaint quickening along the shore,
Stark and nightly
My focus lost often in the tedious grey
And rain-splashed glass
The long days
Do I, constant and awake, confined inside a mind
With no vehicle nor wings
Do I wish for much more?
About the Creator
Elsa Michaela | @surfthought
When you hear a song
One that stops you in your tracks
That seems spoken from your own mind
Do you listen and listen again?
Follow its streams until a tide,
Inside you
Rushes to fill in the small hollow parts
…Yeah, me too
INSTA - @surfthought
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