I took a trip with my friend Erue Bucher and her daughter, the gorgeous Livuana to Kingscliff towards New South Wales in the last few days. Sea, salt and wide open spaces always affects my perception. It also takes me back to my roots.

Where the Seagulls Hunt    JK.Leahy©

Where the sand meets salt,

I will meet my child

Warm rivers reach for the cold

depths of unknown ocean floor;

I touch what is on hold

Down by the seashore,

scattered seagulls roam and hunt

Threading wet and dry powdery sand,

leaving behind a footprint lace,

meandering across wide open space;

mind races across history made

A slender pair of orange legs

tucked under a mop so neat,

plumed white and grey feathers

how much a heart holds so close

Beady eyes remain untethered,

scouting along the ocean shores,

where hungry beachgoers

share the harvest of the summer

Thoughts weaving beyond the shores

and everything flows where tide goes