Herring Gulls Revisited

So much wonder, soaring wings to new dimensions of my heart. What beasts we are. High on those roof tops the lost ones memory linger on. You give me hope and despair. That mound of grass placed perfectly on the smallest roof. You sitting there in both sun and rain. Such ferocious winds for a summer. Why the gull gazing? I think I know why... You are pure in natures cruel balance. So much joy, the white and grey Guiding fledglings through the air in massed delight. ...sounds dive bombing. At St. George's I can see another you, Not that one on our beach fronts But the real you Untouched by our mingling false generosity. Why complain about what we have created. Why the leading of stupid politicians to water, Meeting uneducated poll demands. Get real. Watch the beauty in the air, feel every motion, all that care. We are lost in the mire of everything we created And all that we will lose. Selective in our continuance. Standing on the corner, watching shadows break I hear you. A friend hears your feet in the back yard bliss. There is no threat. The kittens play. Somewhere between the here and before we have lost our way. So much chaos. We are chaos. When day turns to night the juveniles are playing, learning. No poisoned bread, thrashing cars, No plastic or terrifying oiling. So much beauty yet so much hate defines you. I will watch as heaven calls when you sail those skies above.