Seagull seagull in the pond,
What has brought you
To this place?

Did you fly for nights on end,
Wondering where the sea
Would begin?

Are you seeking some new role,
Grown tired of docks
And unanchored space?

Perhaps you thought
yourself estranged,
Unlike the coastal birds.

Like someone seeking Something more,
You turned your back
on the seafaring race

And flew across the charted land
For some other
Unknown place.

And landing here,
In the garden pond,
Paused for but a minute

To consider how to
Journey on and what
Life might hold within it.