Questions

Little sea gull
Alone on the shore-
Why do you stand on one leg?

Tired is the one?
In need of a rest?
Or is it cold instead?

Why don't you sit?
Rest both at one time?
Nestle down warmly in sand?

Are you thinking
the same about me -
While on my two feet I stand?

It's strange to think
You're not afraid
For I am so closely by,

You spread your wings
The wind brings them lift
And you begin to fly-

In that moment
The questions dissolve -
my soul follows you in flight

Against the sea,
You gracefully glide
Completely out of my sight.