On the tile roof, a seagull stands strong against the rising down-coast wind. Sun shines sideways through the pepper tree, whose shadows dance wildly inside the parked car, where I wait during this pandemic for take out food, as wind moves everything it can. I have been waiting, quietly, since we hid from the Gestapo, though I didn’t know what I was waiting for. And now, I wait again in this current era of dictators and would-be dictators as that strong bird still stands against a down-coast gale.
September 19, 2020
© Gudrun Mouw