I read this poem in Good-bye, I Love You:
I dim,Later, Carol Lynn Pearson added
I have no doubt
If someone blew
I would go out.
I did not.But I can't add the same at this point. I can only stick to those first five lines.
I must be brighter
Than I thought.
Here's the next poem. Do I have enough faith for this? I certainly need a miracle.
It's time, Father,(The story of the gulls here.)
For the gulls, I think.
My arms shake
From flailing my field.
Broken as the little stalks
Beneath their devouring burden.
I yield it all to you,
Who alone can touch all things.
It's time, Father,
For the gulls.
I will be still,
And listen for their wings.