Alone among the pools
and rocks
just me
and the gulls
scavenging
for scraps and shrimps
and shells and shards
of out-flown dreams.
Wind-whipped sea fret
takes my tears
and tears
the solstice prayer.
Catching spindrift
we brace
and face the wind
wings poised
for lift.
The gulls and I
we fly.
