Ready, Fire, Aim 5/1/03
Shifting precariously
on old harbor’s post,
Old man Seagull looks
out to his opposite object
of intention, no less narrow
than his occupied perch.
No need to hop; he does all
he knows how. Widening
spread wings, Old man Seagull
waits while the wind lifts under
his feathers, picks him up and
gimbal-guides him, perfectly
centered on the stilt of fixation.
We have much to learn from
Old man Seagull who does
only what he knows how.
Occasionally a side-slung projectile,
hardly aimed; fired nonetheless.
Useless, sometimes, to aim under its
own understanding. For all it can do;
to expose its belly to fly and rely
on the rifling wind to carry it
softly to its slender arrival.
-Matthew Harri
Sometimes we need to quit analyzing so much and just go!
