The Seagulls Of Dover Poem by Adnana Zeljkovic

In a frenzy
of swishing washing crushing
sounds of the waves,
tempted by the cries of seagulls
above me,
I hurried to almighty ocean.

On my way,
I popped in a souvenir shop
and bought a little double-decker bus
by which I sent
my little double thoughts home
while I, a wanderer,
decided to stay here, in Dover,
turned into a seagull,
busying myself with plumage
and webbed feet,
laying eggs and hatching.

I shall learn the freedom
of skimming and wading
and will, someday, return to you,
will return to you
on the back of the whale.