Not too far up,
Against a sun-burnished canopy
Of white cloud and azure sky,
A lone bird rode the wind.
With practiced ease
It teased the current beneath its outstretched wings.
Then turn in a deft, tightly controlled circle.
Unmatched by anything mechanical,
The feathered virtuoso soared,
Unmindful or uncaring of the chord struck
In the heart of a watching, wistful boy.
Oh, to be thus free…!
Far from the wiles or cares of human family.
Dancing in a light-studded sky of wind and cloud…