La Mer

Note: This entry is going to be on both this blog and my sister's blog When in Pakistan. La Mer is a poem about sailing in Pakistan with my uncle and sister, as well as my uncle's friend who helped with the boat.

Oscillations sway slowly,
wind sweeping across vision;
they etch a fractional path.

Above the water birds circle above,
gliding with the sea,
an amalgamation of black and white
dotting the quadrant with color.

Keeping up, the birds flew,
diving at fish and each other
in an attempt to breach the water first.

And they move in the air,
continuing acrobatics,
continuing to skirt above the water
as if something either menacing or tasty lay below it.

One sat on a recognizable perch,
as if birds really aren't that unique.