I watched the waves retreat
In their wake, rainbowed foam,
Broken shells, pebbles tumbled
One lone feather lost by a seabird
For it is here that gulls come to be lonely..
I bent to pick it up, to hold, to smooth it..
Once it was part of the proud gull.
Now still itself, but what would it be?
An embellishment in a scrap book,
Or would it return to the sea?
To be tossed without purpose
For A moment, the feather and I were one,
No longer needed, forever alone.
I set it down and watched it ride the next wave
To the sea, tossed for a moment, carelessly.
The sun caught it for an instant
And I saw new colours I had not seen before..
And then it was gone forevermore…
Would it be seen on another shore?
Would other hands pick it up? I did not know.
I turned to leave, for me, it was time to go.
The sun and the sea saw me leave,
A grey nameless being, left to grieve.
The palms rustled, a seagull cried
A sand crab waited to catch the tide.
So, undisturbed sea life went on
And I, the stranger, I was gone.