Cape Leeuwin

perched at the point

where oceans converge

colliding in an ecstasy

of salt spray spumes

a lonely lighthouse

beckons in vain

while high above

competing waves

a gull wheels

round and rails

against winds

caught between

and crying

a silent

surrender

Reviews

[blakjassy]

This poem is so beautiful and has a certain air of wistfulness or nostalgia, certainly for me as I have spent some time in that part of the world!