I saw a seagull, Clinging hard against the wind, Climb a ladder of rain Up to a low sky. I saw the silver-bodied drops Fall gleaming on his wings, -- Saw him, as he cut the rain, Turn his head sharply And gulp the cool fresh drops, Greedy with thirst and pain. I have shining thoughts That escape the dusk of my mind And go soaring Through the shallows of the sky, Following wonder And a broken word, -- Thoughts that return Refreshed, And waken me Breathless in the dawn. |