Seagull

A more cheerful poem this time, and more "me"

In your other life, you had to be

a seagull, so my children tell me,

flying free, diving down into the sea

to catch a fish or two.

 

I watch from the ship deck

the sunset sinking slow

giving the deepening blue sky

a splash of golden red as blackness spreads.

 

And then slowly the moon climbs,

a ball of silver in the blackened sky.

And the boat chugs on through the calm 

summer sea, as boats have done through time.

 

Yet my son and daughter wonder, "Who cares

about looking out to sea?” Get us there fast!"

In the slowness of the journey they see

no treasure in the colors of the sky.

 

I flap my seagull wings

and cruise along my beloved sea,

then dip to snag a fish

in my waiting, open mouth.

Reviews

[mattavelli]

Hello, Sherri! :)
This is a lovely poem. Its nice to slow down and watch the sun set. Good luck getting Kids to do it. Haha
Thanks for sharing.

[Sherri Moshman Paganos]

Thanks Mattavelli! The journey not the destination: kids just don't get it...