Flying Is Hungry Work

I fall asleep
sheltered from the cold
by sunwarmed manmade rocks
on the shores of Hawkshaw Lagoon
and become a pelican

The wind tugs at my muscles
tickles my fingers
twists my feathers
lifts me up

familiar landmarks
Gussie's Record Shop
Dwarf Drive-In
Three Mile Bridge

faraway places
Pyramids of Giza
Great Wall of China
Long Bridge into Ceske Budejovice

Losing interest in the works of men
I fasten my hopes for lunch
onto the black dots below the surface
of a bright green sea