Seagulls

They skim across the water in joyous flight
rejoicing in the freedom they know they have.
Up at eye level they soar
teasing us who cannot.
They laugh as they sparkle white
in the low clouds.
Soaring...always soaring
above those who never can.
White on white and light blues,
they circle in the sky
late in the afternoon,
I watch as they fly.