Waiting For The Sun

As if tongues could fly
And breathe and sigh and break
Across the water’s edge
This isn’t night
This green and brown and grey
Of days gone past
And words tossed down
I walk along the water
And watch the seagull hunt for food
His beak pecks at the sand
In search of any life
We are one
he and I
Pecking and walking
Hoping to find something
In the vast openness before us
He gathers food
While I gather none
He clutches a small creature in his beak
While I hold onto the keys in my pocket
Along the tide the sun sets down
Spreads its arms across the ocean
And settles in for the night
The seagull is gone now
To where who knows
I am alone
Sent here to walk and peck
Clutching sand
Clutching keys
Waiting for the sun