Today the wind is powerfully strong.
Every being can feel it attempting to sway them from their course.
How fortunate they are to have obstacles, such as wind,
challenging them and forcing them to grow.

Today the sea gulls force themselves to fly into the wind.
Most fall back to the sand and simply attempt to walk the distance.
They don't have the strength to face the obstacle in their way.
One courageous gull refuses to touch down and give up.
How beautiful it is for it to continue to fight on,
only advancing an inch at a time,
falling back frequently,
never being swayed into changing route.
This soul possesses that which the poet on the dirty bench
with sand between her toes strives to discipline.