You are the seagull I watch fly away
from my shoreline, the call I wait for
while the lark is singing, the tired
wings soaring when the turtledove’s
sleeping, and you are the eyes
watching me breathing,
breathing beside the sea,
and I believe that your circle of sky
belongs also to me, you carve space
in the clouds for the anchor,
that I may bring you home safely. 


By Heidi Turner