Seagulls Song

Standing against the wind
that once had the power
to blow you off course.

But no longer. I have learned to stand,
and wait,
knowing that even when the steps are small
and I am unable to fly,
I can move
forward.

About this poem

Ever wonder how seagulls manage not to be blown askew in still winter winds? I have. I still do.

It’s been a “plow through” kind of day. But plow through I have.

Survival has its benefits. But that is another poem.

The picture was taken in Rye, NH, on New Year’s Day.

Tom