Moonwater

Where the night pours its light

We are back gliding.

So vast is this sea,
and in it, this endless search—


and us, the sea-gulls,
braving every winter
without choice,
searching for what
we do not know.

It is not just food.
It is not just God.
Something else
is the wind of
these inquirers,
these returners
chasing storms.

Vaishali Paliwal

November 29, 2025

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