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