On the terrace I sat soaking up the morning sun
when an enormous seagull came sat on the railing
blocking the sun, and from its feathers seeped
arctic air… .Frozen I was couldn´t move thought
the ocean bird was going to pick me up fly me to
the outer rocs and eat me for lunch. Instead it
gulped up a fish that landed in my lap a lively life
from the deep oceans, it had watery blues eyes.
With this the seabird took to wings and the sun
warmed my bones. I boiled the fish, served it with
boiled potatoes, butter, sweet carrots and peas.
Later that day I found, in a flowerpot on the patio,
two hatched eggs. Chicks, new life, it was my duty
now to feed them fresh food from the sea.