Playing Fair and Being Kind

I LEARN TO FLY

A seabird floats by in the icy air,
A motionless contradiction,
A confident demonstration,
A glider’s bent wings held still,
A head casually rotates left to right and back again,
A seabird is sliding along with the wind,
A seabird lifts me into a world above the ground,
My self flies free.

George Goodwin
February 2014