Unfettered

A lone seagull
etches sharp harmonic scribbles
upon the horizon-flung canvas
of this late afternoon's sky
bright blue being slowly transformed
into fingering streaks of pale
translucent orange

Gliding sliding
he lazily whirls
along invisible tracks
of the wind's silence

Just when he appears
to be drifting nowhere in particular
with just the slightest flick
of sharply tapered wings
he turns and soars
towards the deep distance
becomes a mere speck
as he chases the beckoning brilliance
of a swiftly setting sun

My soul
caught between
a confusing confluence
of indecisive choices
yearns to follow
unfettered
after him