SKY BLUE

Might be, that seagull knows too
That the sky is just thin air,
that it's not really blue

Happen he knows well
That this tide too shall turn
That a fish is just fates toss
Neither given nor earned

But maybe he cares not, as he
freewheels the squalls
Circling in storm wInds
Shrieking his calls

And happen I care not why the
seagull or I
Exist on this shoreline
Under lies of blue sky...
We just do

M P 6/11/21