
Atop a small island of granite, surrounded by water.
One stands and waits to take flight to destinations beyond sight.
What adventures will come tomorrow for the Gull of the Sea?

Atop a small island of granite, surrounded by water.
One stands and waits to take flight to destinations beyond sight.
What adventures will come tomorrow for the Gull of the Sea?

A sleek white bird, darting, dancing, defying the rules of flight.
From the present, nothing expected, reacting to the Now.
Is this a bird I see or is this a bird experience?

A time of changing seasons, transitioning from cold to warmth.
Apparitions move about, having travelled from lands afar.
All settling into the approaching season with questions.

A bright Sun on a cold Winter day offering little warmth.
Your journeys near and far have helped you adapt to all weather.
Most others like you have chosen to leave, why do you remain?

Rest awhile on this island, thinking about where you came from.
Wait and see what happens next, your small island offers safety.
Now you try to remember, when did the island become yours?