Seagull soars through the air

incongruously

amidst city buildings.

The geometry is wrong:

natural grace

amidst human control.

The seagull captivates me

because of its ‘outofplaceness’,

reminding me of a greater order.

Another glimpse into that order:

watching the wind

whipping the tree

making it look mobile,

almost pulsating.

‘It’s only air’,

yet so vital in the grand scheme.

Open my eyes

Open my heart

Open my mind

and truly see

God’s handiwork

everywhere