02-05-2014, 02:00 PM
A seagull soars still against opposing winds,
stuck in the sky like glitter on glue.
Not moving an inch – how long has it been?
It looks like a check on a backdrop of blue.
Will it try to move on, has it some place to go?
Or does progress stand still, and in stillness progress?
The swarms of us bustle and hustle below,
Bumping and shoving and pushing: distress!
Bound to the ground, we do what we can:
We walk and we run and we sift through the sand,
while that fellow up there could fly over the seas
but takes a small moment to revel in the breeze.
stuck in the sky like glitter on glue.
Not moving an inch – how long has it been?
It looks like a check on a backdrop of blue.
Will it try to move on, has it some place to go?
Or does progress stand still, and in stillness progress?
The swarms of us bustle and hustle below,
Bumping and shoving and pushing: distress!
Bound to the ground, we do what we can:
We walk and we run and we sift through the sand,
while that fellow up there could fly over the seas
but takes a small moment to revel in the breeze.