Poem: Don’t Worry, Gull


Helen, can’t we talk about other things besides crows?

Crows! Crows! Crows!

Crows exist, they’re a reality.  

There’s nothing we could do about it.

We just have to get along somehow,

Keep our beaks out of each other’s feathers. 

Look, Helen, at the beautiful ocean:

The weather is warm, the sun’s out,

There’s plenty of snacks on the beach. 

Why don’t you just meditate on that sailboat

on the horizon.

Relax, kick back. Don’t worry–

Our eggs are safe with Grandma.


Freelance writer, poet, yogi and photographer from Santa Barbara, California. I write and take pictures about a variety of topics, from my early childhood in Philadelphia, to my years as a family therapist, and finally to my soul-searching years in California. The things that move me may have a humorous or serious content or both. Either way, I hope my poetry, pictures and stories resonate with you.

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