Tuesday, April 19, 2011

April Poem: Gulls in the Wind

Who of us knows the weather
like the gull knows it, from high above
or deep within, how he knows, how he knows
and understands, how he soars,
hovers, dives, according to
the weather’s plan.

And how, sometimes, he casts down
his single cry, which rides
on invisible streams
to the ears

of height-fearing crawlers,
here below.


Anonymous said...

height-fearing crawlers...i love that.

Glynn said...

To soar with the gulls - something we all yearn for. Good poem, Bob.

Brian Miller said...

smiles. i like to think the gull sees a much bigger picture and understands his life depends on understanding the forces at work keeping him aloft...