The seagull

Evening light in a warm atmosphere.
A seagull descends onto Lake Plön.
Its wingbeat breaks the smooth surface,
and circles grow from the touch –
far, further, without haste.

They dance concentrically,
blurring into one another,
as if the water itself were playing
with the lightness of the moment.

The seagull takes off again,
but the circles remain,
fleeting traces
of a silent game
between sky and lake.