Calm

• Meg Barnes, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2009

The waves wash in,
Wash out
Slow, rhythmic, consistent
A lone seagull lands
Skims the clear, cerulean waters
And slowly drifts,
Allowing the ebb and flow of the waves
To carry it wherever nature sends it
A soft breeze gently rustles the treetops
The thin top layer of sand
Shifts ever so slightly
And the seagull’s feathers
Are ruffled by the cool air
A quick, silver fish
Darts about beneath the water’s surface
The seagull watches it serenely
As it weaves through
A swath of seaweed
Green and lush
Naturally wild, yet not threatening
Nature for once
Has no predators
No chase, no fight
These do not exist
Only the calm, rhythmic
Ebb and flow of the waves,
The soft, cool breeze
The seagull drifting peacefully
And the silver fish, now there, now gone
The world is one
All is well
It is calm