photographs and memories

photographs and memories as i search photographs and memories of gulls flying over ocean waves i can hear the crashing waters raging as if it was only yesterday these same waves are no longer there yet others have taken their place slapping rocks then returning to the air it has always been the case i’m sorry to say many birds are gone and flown to where old seagulls go yet on their journey home they posed for a shot only i would know so with my camera I took photographs and now I hold them as memories each last flight became an epitaph to be held in my mind’s gallery life is a cycle for gulls and waves all things plant and life will know an hour each has an appointed time, a chosen day yet each, in its own way, lived with a given power © tolbert