Seabirds in a gale,
Sailing north, sailing south
With a turn of their heads,
Gulls in singularity,
Pelicans in squadrons,
A man behind the dunes
At the edge of a continent
Faces the sea and the years,
His ghosts in chronology,
The loves gone missing,
The living and the dead,
Sailing north, sailing south
With a turn of his head,
The sea spills toward him
Under of the curve of the earth.
