A Prisoner of Sky and Sea – A Poem

No, not today,
The seagull scowls,
I want to explain.
Why follow the beam of blue,
Spanning the day storms,
invisible to the naked eye?
Let me speak:
The offering of now,
on the altar of yesterday’s bread;
between the vagrant’s lips
are embellished lies;
migratory dreams,
undone by finite northeasterly nights,
when I have gone hungry
so others may flee,
and here remain bound,
a captive to sky and sea.

–Richard Bryant