Grounded

Gulls soar where I stand

Toeing the boundary of sea and sand,

A boundary no less absolute

For being always in dispute.

No less absolute the span

That separates the boy from man:

Though youthful memories implore,

I am earthbound evermore.

Amidst the tidal ebb and flow

I wait for my desires to go,

And come into a peace preferred

To soarings of a raucous bird.