This morning
as I walked to work
sipping at the idea
of solipsism
and the perfect spring morning
I couldn’t be sure of
a Hove gull breached
what I was beginning to think
was a lonely periphery
Erratic and out of sync
with the morning crew
and traffic
It cut through a cloud
of starlings and away
out to the giggling sea
and I knew like the yachts there
I was not alone
