crickets and gulls

 

Time for the Gulls

by Carol Lynn Pearson

 

Carol Lynn Pearson, “Time for the Gulls,” Carol Lynn Pearson, Time for the Gulls, New Era, Oct. 1976, 50

It’s time, Father,
For the gulls, I think.

My arms shake
From flailing my field.
I sink,
Broken as the little stalks
Beneath their devouring burden.

I yield it all to you,
Who alone can touch all things.
It’s time, Father,
For the gulls.

I will be still,
And listen for their wings.

 

 

 

 

 

brook andreoli

 

 

the gulls came.

 

and in the moment i let down my flailing arms 

they shook.

spent

from beating back the gulls

guarding wheat stalks,

watching the skies with hope and moving my arms with determination.

and instead of feeling the triumph of the miracle.

i feel exhausted.  

because i can.  

i can rest, without beating my arms, and know that the wheat field is safe.

and that i was fierce

even when i was scared.

so scared.

and as i watched the crickets consume the stalks i thought

perhaps

they would consume me as well.

 

i am grateful for the gulls.

in their forms of angels

here beside me beating the crickets back

and above me 

and around me

whispering of a miracle,

holding my arms when i couldn't beat longer.

or wiping my tears,

when i didn't have a hand to spare.

 

i stayed.

here in the field.

and it made my arms

strong and sunkissed.

and it made my faith firm,

but the faith didn't come in the moment of the gulls

it came in snatches

while i was beating back the crickets

and beating back my fears

and clutching on to hope

and throwing back my face to pray

and bending back to work.

 

the crickets came

and ate

but they did not eat me.

 

and i'm tired.

and i lay down in the field

next to the prickly stalks

and look up at the sky

 

the circling of the gulls now passed.

 

the sky is clear

of crickets

and gulls

 

and after i rest

i will plant more seeds

and not be afraid

of the crickets

who could eat them.

 

because my arms are strong

and my god is strong

and the sun is long in the sky

shining over my wheat.

 

and i rest 

my tears watering the ground

thankful for the gulls

who have allowed me 

this rest.

 

and when i close my eyes i still see the swarms

but in time, i know

i will close my eyes and see

clear skies.  

Comments

[Joan]

Thank you my dear friend. Love u

[Shannon Guymon]

Incredible. Epic. Heartbreaking. Hearthealing.

[Olivia]

Beautiful. Glad we talked about this at writing group. It helped a lot

[Angie Taylor]

Beautifully done!
Sometime I'd love to hear about your writing group and how it came to be.

[ally]

Gorgeous!!