Poem: Crows And Gulls

Remember...
what's going on in you
is not likely
what's going on out there...
What we carry in us
can warp what is seen
out in the world
in a way that could
make it unrecognisable
to someone
of a different warping...
The crows and gulls
keep flying around
my windowscape
regardless of the seismic changes
or the sadnesses
any of us wingless ones
are going through down below...
After all...
they have done their arcs and turns
for millenia
in the patch of air
I look out upon...
They may be soldiers of survival
but they are never prisoners of regret
or of the sadness
of time's quick passing...
Crows and gulls
cut to the chase...
unlike us creatures
of a million warpings...
moving to an ancient bolero
to the blessings
of an obliviousness
to all that is not necessary...
for taking flight or finding food...
and air dancing
to the endless gifts
of an abundant
and guiltless Creation.......
.....................Quester.