You are a seagull--
Loud and crass,
surrounded by your swarm of
all vying to get their next hit.
You float hungrily
over the shore, eyes sharp, feelings alert,
searching for the only thing that you think will bring you happiness.
I am the lighthouse
on the bank of the sea
standing bright and stalwart and weathered,
a guidepost to those who might have lost their way,
a motivation to get to the shore.
My level of importance
doesn’t matter to you,
as you are so focused on finding
your next morsel
you don’t pause to realize that
the people you are feeding from
are the very ones
that I keep safe.
you use me as a resting point,
a five-minute interlude between scavenging,
before you perk up,
shit on my windows,
and soar away to see
if you’ve finally found
what you’re looking for.
Sometimes, ya just gotta let the emotions out.