i was on the beach collecting language
when you appeared as a gull, out
on the crests, cresting. you were always
a gull, as gulls have always been.
here i saw that i could collect you also.
your wild-eyed symmetry, symmetry
of your own language, your calling
out sounding like awe or raw...
raw, algae ripped out and whorled
into tide, beaching itself. raw, skin
laid out whipped by hot grains
of sand. raw carelessness that belongs
to the world, that the world doles
you will one day land
on a live wire. in your mouth you'll carry
shock, loss, your pulse less
and less. it will be the symmetry
that eliminates you. its syllables that
gag you like too big fish.
seconds from your end, i will see you
and there will be nothing i can do.
foam from your mouth, calls falling
out, will become foam on the sea. foam
i will collect and swallow,
calling and recalling.