A sheer uplifting dart
a sudden gust of a wind
and the bird changes the path.
A shifting line of the hill on the sky
and the bird drinks from the chalice to upward fly.
Longer and wider and dazzling, conquering the eye
the perspective grows
and there is no place for a pause.
The wings have taken the rush of the high,
a tide in the sky.
"Ahoy, my boy, this isn't the sea; this is the sky."
"Ahoy, my captain, I am no longer the boy
who did not know
how to row;
In the place of the oar you've given me wings,
and instead of the mast you have given me a single eye.
Do not worry; I can intuit the path."
Sushama Karnik March 1, 2018
Image credit and thanks to Arup Banerji
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