Wednesday, 18 May 2016

Flying Free

Came across this poem today and loved it. Birds are the great symbols of freedom and this poem captures an inspirational sense of that here.

The Fulmar - Katrina Porteous

I watch the fulmar hurl its breast
To the wind's unseen geometry;
Spread wings on nothing, reckless of gravity,
And ride that risk
And rest
On sheer uncertainty,

Choosing no choice. 

I must learn to be like him, 
To follow the reach and search of air - 
Swoop, sink, stand, balance, soar on the invisible spiral stair - 
And not resist
But trust, 
And be carried there. 

1 comment:

  1. A beautiful and truthful account of the fulmar, tied with intimacy and insight within yourself. Thanks for sharing.


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