Brother Gull

It is an ordinary death
for its time, family
in a clot

around the high, white
bed, gull at the window.
The man

on the bed sticks
and twigs, remnants
of pain.

He opens his hand,
lets mine go.
The gull

lifts from the sill
into the solid
wall of sky.

   

Comments

[Tracey]

What a beautiful visual of a life passing. The timing of the hand opening (letting go) and the gull lifting up is so peaceful and powerful in its simplicity.