in this temporary lull…
in the stall that passes for a quiet pause…
the sigh between stoplights winking…
through another relentless rumbling evening rush,
i can hear the faint… the plaintive calls.
like memories echoing down narrow windowed canyon walls
a slow whitened silhouette a blur above rooftops,
entrails across the smoke dark shroud of sky.
a lone seagull…
aloft in her weightless circles calling…
pleading our cause that carnivorous Winter release
it’s talon grip on our weathered psyches.
this colossal metropolis
frayed and weary along its steely margins,
holding a collective breath praying for relief
for signs our resolve has slain the beast.
to be home… and warm is a primal lure
and cars have little patience for an inconvenient reverie,
but i have witnessed Spring’s first inland gull
and believe her plea was not in vain.
heartened and invigorated now,
windows down i invite the viper wind
to hiss his last stinging breaths on my skin
and tangle my hair as i drive.