Claire V. Bogdanos

As the slim fingers of dawn slowly waken the sky

Whole flocks of wild birds begin their swift transiting by,

Up on the rooftops seagulls are perched searching for prey

While the caps on tidal waves are all churning and gray.

There across the narrow gap that the water creates

Is a vast citadel where great adventure awaits.

I’m too old to begin my life all over anew

But it’s a fine place to start for the bold and the few.

This incredible place full of dreams and wild surprise

Is a home meant for the strong the ambitious and wise.