Have you ever watched a bird floating on the wind?
Not flapping, not flying, not trying,
Just floating up and down,
Around and around,
Dipping and turning,
Flipping and rising,
Spinning and then almost stopping,
Momentarily static on the wind.
Dancing,
The wind leading its submissive partner,
Taking control, the wind is twirling her, lifting her,
Nature’s perfect choreography.
Each move fits,
Breathless, the dance is seamless,
The bird allows the breeze to take it,
Trusting the wind,
Repeating patterns in the sky,
Silently balanced not a single squark or cry or note of bird song,
Long wings, so wide,
Feathery wings it wears with pride,
Repetitive invisible shapes it makes.
So smooth, her every move.
I wait for the performance to end
For the wind to send her on her way
I am in awe of how it carries her so beautifully
As if she has no weight
To be that bird, floating on the wind,
I would not hesitate
;the zone, mindful, or in my case the silence that sings, whatever the terminology, or the brainwave, it took me to the right place, Thank you Liz
Blown by the wind, lifted up and carried away. I have days when I would not hesitate too
What a gentle way to start my day,reading this poem, thank you
One of my favourite pass times is sitting in my kayak watching young fulmars playing around their cliff nests. Awesome (your poem and the fulmars!)
thoroughy enjoyed that liz, Stephen's comment pretty much say it all, Nice one