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Sea swirl, 

smash on path

air turbulently

picks up things
makes them dance

with playful icy fingers

that blow open my hood
Exposing head and neck
to ice chill blows
It is unpleasant.

But I endure 
retreat to a deep
sheltered place within.

The path changes direction
And now the wind is at my back.
I replace my hood and
The warmth feels pleasant

Soft touch of cloth flapping like wings.
As excited air blows all around me
Swirling puddles into
hypnotic patterns and shapes
A liquid reflection of how things change.

Seagulls hover above in perfect stillness

effortlessly flowing with the wind
weaving in and out of each other's paths
Masters of stillness in motion.