Sea Birds

they stand upon the shore
at possibly nothing.
Each of them
facing the waves
his own way.
They have no need
for time or worry,
they live only for
their next meal, morsel.
There’s no competition
between them,
no hurt of sorrow
just freedom
to catch their wings
upon a passing breeze.
For the wind and waves
to them are home,
and they view life
from the air smelling chances.
On August 16th, 2016, posted in: Poetry by Tags: