Without Longing

now
and now
I'm here
I am
the wind
I am
the blue sky

I am also
a grandiloquent accumulate
of me

I collect sunlight
until the rain
absconds with it

birds fly
right up there
grey clouds
a plane of air
above their wings

grey parts
the blue and gold pause
and permits rain

gulls return
panting to shore

driftwood sighs
like a boat beached

I stay
rain soaked
looking for the cupped shells
at the feet of the sea -

without longing
for a dry city street

Thank you Barrows and Kylabelle. Comments most welcome.