3 up top
2 below
They’re on the move, and still, all at once
Above the waves, roiling sea below. The same powerful winds that turn the waters make moving forward a labor.
They float in air, suspended in time and space, losing this battle against progress.
And yet, something compels them to move.
Where are they headed?
My eyes track lower, to the water’s surface, and it is then that I see the solo traveler, fighting in the same direction.
Why do they fight the wind?
What if it were easy?
The fisherman, 5 shore birds, and their morning movement
Three up top
Two below
And one more, on the waves
moving
because they must
Whether fear, ambition, or something primal.
And, I wonder
if one of those reasons is why
I am compelled to do the same.
Get Up Eight 
Oh, this was such an intriguing post and I love that it required me to do some thinking and inferring along the way. The initial ambiguity or mystery of it added to its appeal. It definitely invites multiple readings and the underlying question will stay with me as I move through my day.
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I agree on the inferring. I wanted to figure this out and I did as you slowly revealed details. Loved this line: because they must
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You had me guessing what the three and two were. I like how you unwrapped this gift slowly and added such a reflective finale about the one-
“Whether fear, ambition, or something primal.
And, I wonder
if one of those reasons is why
I am compelled to do the same.”
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