THE ALBATROSS
Solitary albatross
flies high above the Atlantic
scientists call you “vagrant”
traveling far from the North Pacific,
but to you the seas
are nameless, gifts to see,
cloud shadows and waves guide
you along these silences
that exposes your future.
Does it matter?
wings gliding in the wind
humming songs of angels
or the drums of raindrops
falling beside you, around you,
As you glide
you hear stars speak
the sand is hidden from you,
words are not needed
while you close your eyes
while you see islands and high cliffs ahead.
I stand on a beach
full of stormy beginnings and endings
I see your shadow pass by me
what will you give?
what will you take?
from this one lonely life.
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