I see a seagull
In the gulf
Then engulfed for
A minute or two -
To emerge as victor.
Beak upright and tight,
Breaking the hard surface,
I stare at it,
As its head and body becomes
Restored in my mind.
I don't mind the angry sun
Or the quiet and loneliness
That surrounds me.
I don't mind the long and harsh
Day that has baked and bated me.
I don't mind it at all.
Now that I sit in this skiff
In this sea,
Seeing life lifted
Wing by Wing
I am restored,
Spirit by spirit.
Until
I am - too - alive.
Loaded with liberation and life. Well done my friend!
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What an exhilarating feeling appreciating life. Great last verse.