Walking down Front Street, I saw him first — sitting
on the mast — but I wasn’t sure and thought
perhaps he was like those owl decoys
you see on roofs or chimneys
I kept looking to see if he moved. He did.
He didn’t. I couldn’t tell
“Do you see that bird?” I asked, but she didn’t have
her glasses on and thought I was testing her.
“Not the gull on the streetlight. Farther
away. Bigger. On the mast
of that ship”
We never did solve the riddle of that bird. We had
to check out of the hotel and head to Gaviota.
She thinks we’ll never know. Occasionally,
and out of the blue, I catch myself