startled birds swerve
surfing updrafts and downdrafts —
thick tree trunks sway
As seen early this morning. Birds and trees dealing with a turbulent, invisible ocean of air.
I’m looking out a window in our heated house, wondering whether I could survive outdoors. It’s hard enough to survive inside.
Life is turbulent. It isn’t easy to surf icy blasts of unexpected change and disorientation. Witness the last few weeks and years, with more to come.
Sometimes I wish I were more like birds riding updrafts and downdrafts, swerving and turning with the wind. Or like huge tree trunks that sway precariously, yet survive virtually unscathed.
Then again, maybe they figured it out ages ago, and have tried for decades to show me how it’s done. I think I’m beginning to catch on, though it still takes my breath away.
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 13 December 2017
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