A gull sails
Past my winter window.
His fierce eye holds,
Like film, coves
Of green glass sea,
Wind-ruffled thrift atop
Sheer cliffs,
Rainbows of herring,
Curves of coastline mastered
By a single wingbeat.

I go with him,
Mount his ivory sides and rise
Through smoky mist
Hearing his cry,
Hearing the sound of space
Echo through the room.
Published in Shot Glass Journal