Resistance of the Invisible
I stare out at the grey, where ocean meets sky in the faintest change of blue. It’s all tones really: the majesty is in the particle differences. What comes next? What comes next? What is over that infinite hazy grey?
The gulls battle an inexorable breeze today, muscles straining against their own environment, their own medium. They push and forge ahead against the swells, struggling to overcome forces they cannot see but feel, pressing against every feathered fiber of their beings.
Abruptly, a much sturdier bird rises, a falcon, feathers an embroidery of brown and black, soft underbelly of white. Strong wings flap and cut against the swells. She clutches driftwood, a banner of translucent green seaweed trailing behind her. She does not fear the strength of the wind, she has business to complete. She drives onwards, cutting before my eyes, proving with her sweeping strength in the cold bluster of this day that we are not weak creatures.
Resistance of the Invisible
I am pretty certain that I know what inspired that great poem.❤️