Perihelion - October 2002
Clifftop - Robbie Bain
(page 6/16)


Amidst the sparkling flares of rainbow spray
The wingtips of the seagulls cut bright trails,
Above the crashing chaos, far away
Are heard the echoes of their keening wails.
The swift grace of their flight bemocks our place
Atop a haggard wall of ocean coast,
As centuries of humans in their haste
Have yet to match the gulls' unspoken boast.
We haul ourselves aloft on giant wings
Contrived from metals and shear wealth;
Still high above us gliding seabirds sing
A song supported on the air itself.
Their kingdom of the heavens should remain
A sign that land is humankind's domain.

Robbie Bain