small gull

you come from chaos
with a memory of your grandma
holding a heart of gold
giving it to you

now it is sewn into
your brown down jacket
your dull protective colouring
against the cold

now you are here
you are growing
you're not exactly without fear
but inside brown
you are golden

the ice on the water
has cracked into a jigsaw
like puzzled thinking

a gull standing still
on a piece of ice
without sinking

now you are here
you are going
you don't know exactly where
but inside the down
your heart is soaring

can fly
can swim
can stand



Vera Kelgart (with tabular crystal) 2010