small stone 1/25/2013

We walked to the point of Honeymoon Island once, you and I, and you laughed at the signs that said DO NOT FEED THE BIRDS and fed them anyway; that cloud of black and white gulls floating in front of you wingtip to wingtip, eyes bright with menace.  Some things can only be learned when they are lived, and not read, taught by seagulls running us ragged for the crumbs of Triscuits left in the box.

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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10 Responses to small stone 1/25/2013

  1. Alice Keys says:

    Like Hitchcock’s “The birds”. Creepy.

    The gulls and pigeons along the waterfront here are very aggressive from being fed. They’ve learned to jump on a plate and flip it out of hands and then grab the food. They also rummage in people backpacks on the beach and drag food from coolers. Clever birds.

  2. The present catches up with the past, breathes it and breathes life into it! Shall we call this “return journey”, mentally, that is? Lovely poem.

  3. “Some things can only been learned when they are lived” True, indeed. This poem is so vivid and wistful. Love it, Susan.

  4. nelle says:

    rofl, I can so picture this.

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