Our

Beneath the sky

my phone reports as cloudy,

my love darts up

to the soft curved body

of the gull flying low overhead,

pale morning color

glowing around its belly

And I feel sure

that it receives the love

as all bodies are designed to do —

receptors and transmitters

of what shines

brighter than light.

So I begin my prayer:

“Our.”

©Wendy Mulhern

June 5, 2015