I considered then how fortunate I

I considered then how fortunate I
must have been to be in that exact spot,
given how fast a gull on wind could fly,
and how my car hurtled on through the hot
island afternoon. To think that I had
opened the window to breathe the salt air
only moments before, and had been glad
to let the gulf breeze toss my youthful hair.
A conspiracy of farce, unbidden
that day along the shore, unfolded swift
as the zephyrs off the water. Hidden
aloft, the bird allowed himself to drift.
It landed warm upon my arm then -splat-
imparting luck to me, the seabird shat.