Seagulls

This is a short poem I wrote while sitting on a hill overlooking St. Augustine's abbey outside of London.

Get these people out of my pictures;

Keep their chattering out of my head.

I'd just like to sit here in peace now

With the cries of the seagulls instead.

I don't need your pitying glances;

I promise I'm sitting here by choice,

Caught between the Sea and the Mirror

And letting the wind drown out my voice.

For a moment I have forgotten

Not just myself, but all that I know.

I am mesmerized by the seagulls;

And oh thank God, how the wind does blow.

But you couldn't leave me alone here

In what you guessed to be angst or gloom.

You've broken the spell, yes you've forced me

To recall Cogito Ergo Sum.