Requiem for a seabird
The air was your friend
until you were too heavy.
Were you hungry
but the sea closed its fists?
Did you dive too hard
into the shallows?
Beach walkers stop to
marvel and mourn the
wildness of your quiet form
swirled on the wet sand.
Your nearness so
intoxicating
as the ocean pulls and pulls.
Castaway
What did you see before
you sailed across the grass,
trailing your landlocked dreams?
Who pulled your oars
in pursuit of an afternoon’s
grand adventure?
Who lay you on chains
where blackberries
twirl and till the soil?
I pause with quiet tribute
to the love you have held.
Sleep well little seafarer,
as you slumber on
gently rolling, rolling
on the swells of yesterday.
Angela Hoy lives and writes in the beautiful Pacific Northwest, where she visits the ocean as often as possible. She studied English Literature and Writing at the late Marylhurst University in Oregon, and received her B.A. from Prescott College.
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