Seabird

Do you ever wonder What it must be like To be a bird Gliding on invisible currents

From above, a white speck Crawling on wrinkled, dark-blue silk Sunlight glances off the waves like a thousand Diamonds.

Ever-changing, and yet All around A vast expanse of blue Like an eternal desert

From below, a white shape With outstretched wings, flying in A clear blue sky, cloudless, monotone, The vast, flat dome of air.

No matter how far you look Nothing to break the line Never-changing A world of endless continuity

From the side, a white streak Soaring in a background of blue Cobalt and indigo mix Into a misty horizon.

And do you wonder If they ever get lonely Up there All alone? I do.

But then I remember Though there is no life in sight A seabird will always find Its way home.