Seagulls soar
They reach to touch the clouds
and then break through
to feel the sunshine
warm and bright
penetrate right through
unto the core
of all they are

but something holds them back
something mightier than fear
Is it spirit or an intuition?
telling them the quality of air
just grows too rare
at such fantastic heights

until one seagull dares
to take the flight
and prove them wrong

Powerful
the song
of one so rare . . .

?Michaelette?