Seagulls On Williamstown Beach
Still drowsy with sleep
an autumn morning stretches itself
out along Williamstown beach
and settles with barely a breeze
to break the water's mirrored glaze.
You sit and take in the warm air,
the easy flow, the prayers murmured
over glistening rocks by a rising tide.
There's no desire to be elsewhere
but already the slow unpicking starts.
First a stray thought slips by
then doubles back to take your focus.
It paces like a hungry gull testing the edges
of your space, probing for a hole.
Then another wheels around
and flares its wings to land nearby,
then another. Soon you are surrounded.
They stand and watch until you drop
a fear, then they pounce in a frenzy.
Each morning you come back
as if drawn by an inner need,
each morning they wait knowing
you're good for a feed.
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