planted

I hear the gulls crying anxiously.
Hurry, hurry,
Join the rush of wind and sky and sea.
The waves beckon
And I yearn to be free,
Free of the cage
Binding me to sand,
The gravity flowing in my veins,
Pulsing in my tissues.
But I alone
Am planted in the earth;
I alone am formed of dust.
I alone have sought what I could not have.
And so the horizon grows ever fainter,
As the one who was made for sky and sea
Is folded deeper in the earth