Bogumil Pacak-Gamalski

Seagull

A seagull said once

sitting on a rock:

I am an albatross –

an eagle of the North.

I fly from the peaks of

icebergs to the Sun

in the Sky, and bring light

to ocean and land.

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Later, after a fatty

morsel of yellow

flesh of mussel,

she felt lazy and

sloppy in her dreams.

She announced:

I am a duck,

a loon diving

as an arrow deep

to the bottom

of Mariana Trench

and singing my tremolo

on La Scala stage.

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That was a dream

of a common seagull,

which has heard

long stories of

old mariners shared

on long crossings,

between shallow

harbors separated

by deep waters.

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The seagull never heard

the singers of La Scala

and mistakenly thought

that it’s short shrieks

are that of bell canto

of opera’s divas.

It didn’t know,

that it would be flattened

as a dead leaf if it ever

reach the bottomless

Mariana  Trench –

the floor of Earth.

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But the seagull

knew how to dream.

Bogumil Pacak-Gamalski, 03.04.2024