directions from a seagull to its preferred Scandinavian beach
by Aurora Lee Passin
It’s the right spot
when your body folds out of flight
when your feet scrabble on scree.
It should be midday
in August when sun fills sky like a flash that won’t end
high above old stone wall that circles the entire.
In front of you
spread out in metal and slate
is Balticsea trembling with summerfish.
Aurora Lee Passin is a middle-aged queer poet who explores nature and her long-term chronic illness through poetry.
