by Sue Proffitt
Long after I have left
I will remember the gulls
carrying dawn to me,
the ragged wires of their voices
slowly skewering my dreams open.
I am tuned to that sound
of something calling its name over and over –
bringing themselves back
into bone, beak, wings, claws
as they fly out of their dark roost –
– here they come across
the dragon-tail of rock
as the sky flushes open,
calling the sun up over the horizon.
From Open After Dark, Oversteps, 2017