Poem: Inverted Horizon

Inverted Horizon

Unperturbed gull,

Never tire of your squawk:

We know what they’ve done.

Those hard hatted soldiers,

Their anthills unfolding;

Envying the perspective you squander.

Behind cluttered skies,

Your daylight fades sooner,

And the nights pass star-less to dawn.

You glimpse beyond,

Where the quarry birds mourn

Their neighbours’ dreams’ fulfilment.

When will spring come

To this dormant nest

Where icicles hang from the edge of the Earth?