Why sail the sea?
why chase wavelets
flitting in front of the bow,
leading paths
into a vision of lonely solitude?

Because I see a lonely freedom
racing under the wind
fighting the sun and the stars

A vast delusion of similitude;
each wave follows in the wheeling path of another,
but it's never the same,
a difference,
a silent, unique verse
pulls the water of the rains along

Wind pulls me
in a different direction than my feet

This is a kind of chaos I can dance in

The air is different
where feet slip
across steel veins,
air singing through their hands,
outstretched fingers
pushing the sky ever higher,

they run like birds, tethered
to their metal branches
rocking beneath the soles of their feet,
swinging hearts across the sky,
guiding rays of the sun
through their hair,

souls gathering in the clouds,
pulling at children's imaginations
like the strings of a guitar
weaving the sky
into their dreams