”This wind annoys me with its constant tickle
While down below those men use featherless wings
To bring food up to blunted beaks
And do other unseagull things.”
Below, a sea bass breaks through white capped waves
Wary eyes watch out for predators
The seagull dives and talons leave a scar.
The bass is safe and dives for now.
“I swim in cold seas all the time
I face the danger from above and
Dive to hide my scales and girth.
I hate the swell.
And of my birth?
It’s well that I can’t choose a berth
And place me in a nested hollow.
If I could fly I’d leave this place
And call my young so they could follow.
Spawn in freedom
Spawn in peace.
Let warmer airs
Give all ease.
I’d fly to yellow places
And let the sun dry my scales
Far from the deep”.
A man looked down.
He saw the spray of the sea.
He felt it brush against his face.
And knew at once
He’d never soar upon the wind
Nor dive beneath the waves.
He felt as if a million crying slaves
Had sent their invocation
While he, songless, midst the ocean,
Heard their cries, but no emotion
From the human range
Could salve his heart
And tears fell upon the
Empty , and looking to the sky,
This man cursed all above him
And all below.
He cursed the wind that blew his hair
And flavoured each cigarette
With a salty air.
Empty still, he cried and
A seagull stiffened in the breeze,
Tickled by a rising draught.
A sea bass rode a wave and breasted freezing waters
As a broken hearted laugh
Like a constipated thought.
The headlines on the news that evening
Rated highly all recessions
But carried nought of the seagull
And nought of the bass
And nought of the clothes
Washed up on a beach
And nought of the thoughts
Which led to this pass.
by Shay Ryan