while boats are wings that drift and glide beneath, never staying still
the river continues to press against my ribs, slowly emerging
and merging with time and light until
the wings have sharpened into motors for evolution, a continuous
convergence of need and desire, spin and drift, forward propulsion
Here I am, over the sky, a bird without a song
without voice to call you in the spiraling darkness
I use my body to remember what I am for, what I am capable of
life is an ephemeral vehicle of change, the flowers tell us,
the animals tell us, the mountains tell us slowly, the sky tells us too
when the song is taken away, write a new one, become another
that's how people learned to fly and dive deep in the ocean for days
the machines we make generate electricity to light our way
on the water they were born for; from us, for us, of us