I watch the seagulls

They make me think of my friends

Hovering over a vast ocean

I’m at the water’s edge where the waves lull

As I get closer, those gulls take flight

It’s like a string retracts them

Up they go

More majestic than any kite

One friend told me yesterday she’s going to Colorado

There’s no ocean there

Another is going to Tennessee, she told me

Another place with no salty air

In the wild, how do those birds stay so white

At least I can see them

It’s winter, my new favorite season

I think about the last 15 years and feel a little helpless but I guess I’m alright

I feel like a historian

Walking the beach alone, watching the clouds and birds

My memories are like this morning

I remember dates and adventures with all my friends

But they’re flying now

Raising families, working, dating

Time marches on and it won’t slow down

The gulls are above me

I’ve got good memories

They blend in to the gray sky

I guess we’re made to fly

I’m grounded, observing it all like a historian

Walking the beach alone

Watching the gulls take off again