GULLS

GULLS


where do the gulls go at night
I stop people in the street to
ask if they've ever considered
the implications of the question
but no one has given anything
close to a satisfactory answer

they say why bother about birds
shrill birds who dine on garbage

those shrieks keep me awake
through hours of leaden silence
the sound soundlessly echoes
off flaps of phantom wings

I want to turn black to blend
with darkness as the gulls do

to dive to my death in the sea
to share the common dream
of the gulls who must wonder
where we humans go at night
before dawn resurrects us

ERIC BASSO
March 31, 2012


Stamp art by Johan Ever Arts, The Netherlands
Art 2 by Robert Varlez, Belgium
Art 3 by Guido Vermeulen, Belgium, for Eric Basso, USA
Art 4 by Guido Vermeulen, Belgium, for Carina Granlund, Finland
Art 5 by Guido Vermeulen, Belgium, for Vizma Bruns, Australia