• Poems & Musings,  Writing

    Seabirds

    Today, I am soft, weak; a shell less hermit crab, You’re a seagull, beak snatching, eyes pitch and cold. Tomorrow, I will be that seabird, air-lifted, arrogant, Tomorrow is years away, but my strength is loyal, Shrieking back like cicadas just when I’ve forgotten,  So, today, I say nothing, ask nothing, Nothing, nothing, Today, I say nothing. – Sara…