Poems Primarily Narrative (or not)

The Resolution

An onshore breeze ruffled the feathers

of the lone gull standing firm in the sand

clouds merged, forming and reforming

their abstract identity on a blue sky canvass

grey water with dull frosted tips

slapped the wet sand along the shore

he sat on the wooden bench pondering

questions demanding his attention

how far to go how long to stay

energy arcing in his brain, short circuiting

with extended effort

answers scattered as the ripples on the

wind teased surface of the water

flash renderings jolt the retina

a mélange of electronic signals

then sudden clarity on a stark milieu

breath sucked in an abrupt pressure change

the breeze abated and the waves ebbed

clouds replaced by a golden aura

the lone gull rose majestically and hovered

in graceful posture above his head

it was time, he knew, and had known

for a long time before as he raised his arms

the gull embraced his form and he felt

a comforting warmth as they rose together

calm/relief/gratitude/ nature's wicked offense

cheated from continuous assault

all seeing and at peace with self reaching a

plane of omniscience requiring nothing more

indecision was never valid

                 

he watches once more the feather ruffled gull

withstand the offshore breeze and lapping water

another traveler reaching the intersection of

mortality and everlasting consciousness

the right way, wrong way how will they know

it will be the sum of themselves to decide

personal choice is all we really have