To Fly Over the Ocean

A thousand birds took a walk to the shore
early one morning.

Pecking through the sand
they sifted their early meal.

As the sun rose
their shadows shrank.

They lift their heads from time to time
listening for the sound that fills their breast.

Most lower their gaze
and resume filling their bellies.

They run from the crashing wave,
then scurry to catch her minor gifts.

Who look to the sea
and feel their wings flutter?

“I don’t like to fly over the ocean”

Again the calm whisper exhales to the horizon
and some
raise their wings
and press their feet against the sand.


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