The dandelion survived wind
While the surfer maneuvered,
Riding the waves fearlessly
Overcoming space and time
In here and now.

As I sat watching the conqueror on surfboard,
Counting the rise and fall
And the policing seagulls,
My mind invited Jonathan, Bach’s Seagull
‘There is no other.’

Copyright (c) 2016, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar