The Gull

This morning

as I walked to work

sipping at the idea

of solipsism

and the perfect spring morning

I couldn’t be sure of

a Hove gull breached

what I was beginning to think

was a lonely periphery

Erratic and out of sync

with the morning crew

and traffic

It cut through a cloud

of starlings and away

out to the giggling sea

and I knew like the yachts there

I was not alone