Sea Muse

By Niall Twohig

On Sunset Cliffs, on a winter’s day,

I see a gull riding the wave.

Something catches his eye,

pulls him from the flow.

Swooping to the spot, he circles, then—

plunges straight to the silvery source!

I wait for a minute and a minute more

and still he hasn’t surfaced.

I decide to leave him down there,

forever plunging in my mind,

forever craning towards the big catch.

Bird, be my muse

as I catch my little fish.