Canada Goose with Seagulls Crashing the Party

if ever

if ever again
i feel the winds
of white sheets flapping
i shall listen to seagulls
or to whomever come nearest
to their callings
i write deeper tonight
right shoulder turned
toward window
truths hovering over stars
long enough to gather them
hold them
lull them to sleep
beneath the sun

by mary ann blinkhorn