Sea Birds

Sea birds and ocean spray, sunrise and smoke from last night's fires, solitary pleasure, waiting to celebrate a life. And mourn. The sun worshipper gone, and me left with memories They swirl and hover and dip, Sea birds of a sort. I watch the memories and inhale the beach scents, Bathed in memories good, and not. Still and all it is the public mother I mourn and the private one I hope to set free in the bonfire tonight. Sea birds and ocean spray, the sun higher and smoke from last night's fires, The memories and the beauty take me. I am still.