From the shore: Toronto
All afternoon I've watched the gulls
off the breakwater at Lake Ontario.
No one here seems to like them,
how they scavenge,
hover like icons,
against a metal sky.
But I am here from another country
not so foreign as the gulls'
and I like their garrulousness,
their joyful noise
and the way they hang in the air
flying and not flying.
- Henrietta Epstein