Gull tracks in the sand.
Picking up a piece of shell,
There, as if etched by human hand,
Gull tracks again.
Tracks in the sand,
It’s like I can hear,
The staccato, beating gull heart.
tracks on the shell,
Frozen time
How long past,
On the history of tides,
were these tracks imprinted?
Now,
then,
Signs in the sand,
Written on the infinite grains of time.
Waiting to be seen.
Truth beyond words,
Nature speaks.
