An Unresisting Way

A gull is tossed by high wailing winds, then it lets its wings ride the storm. Cliff top, we who watch under rain hats, sway, and stare strangely entranced by the sudden squall. A certain sense of our smallness in the greater scheme of things comes upon us, an acknowledgement perhaps of our allotted place and power especially the power to roll with life's heaving seas, and the wise choice to fly with its winds and not against them.