To Find Perfection

the gulls take flight
and soar toward distant clouds
to catch the invisible thermal
that will carry them
effortlessly
through the sky
to float in silent wonder
o’er the beauty of the earth

as they tire
one by one
they drift back down to land

until just one lone
persevering soul
remains within the vastness of the heavens
to find perfection in the letting go
as he finds home…

? Michaelette ?
10/29/98

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