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