Seagulls

An empty winter beach

Flanked by brown sea grass

Seagulls congregate

Digging at the shores edge

Suddenly rising

In spectacular flight

Then hanging

On a gust, searching

Searching in graceful lines

I'm careful to stay quiet

To give them autonomy

My hands are shaky

Arms stretched out to the wind

Spinning on the sand

Losing balance by finding myself

Victorious freedom

Alive