Burial of the Seagull
You were the gift I never fully understood
But, I knew you signified something
A time period, a lesson, a guide. Something
Now being eaten away, withering before my eyes
Did I miss my lesson and now it’s all over?
Have I wasted a gift, a message?
I reflect on your yellow skull. Once a seagull. Once a painting. Once buried and resurrected. Now living among the Enlightened.
Through all of this, did I miss it?
Why now, the disintegrating wings?
I cannot control it. Cannot stop it. Cannot fix it. Only a witness of life’s hints to a realization of gradual loss.
The Gray Seagull of The Trail, a gift I never could grasp until it’s ending. An unravelling which happens to mark a new chapter. No. A new volume. Now I understand.
You were the chalice of this final battle which marked the end of an era. End of War.
Seagulls flying above The Trail.