A seagull cries above

I look up to see it soaring

its stark outline against the blue sky

seems out of place above terraced streets

singing songs of the sea

it takes me home,

to where...

I'm on the strand line

eyes half closed against the glare

cast by the sun's rays on the incoming surf

echoes of the shifting shore reverberate through me

I am the waves, I am the sea

as it ebbs and flows.

I breath deeply drawing the tide

as scouring winds run ripples through my hair

mirroring the wave shadows on the beach

cleansing and renewing

my city soaked self.

The seagull cries above

above terraced streets

and takes me home to a place of freedom and love

but like the shifting sands

time and tide has taken me to a new place

singing songs of the sea

it takes me home.