Gulls glide like boats
up along the bluff,
their wings unmoving

Their eyes look like they’re riding
instead of flying

They come along in ones and twos
appearing between the tops of trees

They fly mostly
into the prevailing wind —
some up-close eddy must aid their flight —
their casual purpose
no more obvious
than any effort on their part,
their presence too common
for comment.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 31, 2015