It is an ordinary death
for its time, family
in a clotaround the high, white
bed, gull at the window.
The manon the bed sticks
and twigs, remnants
of pain.He opens his hand,
lets mine go.
The gulllifts from the sill
into the solid
wall of sky.
Brother Gull
One response to “Brother Gull”
-
What a beautiful visual of a life passing. The timing of the hand opening (letting go) and the gull lifting up is so peaceful and powerful in its simplicity.
Leave a Reply