I stayed aloft. Up here only me,
like floating seabird over sparkling sea.
April morning sailing easy, feel this breeze, smell salt air.
It feels giddy this much sea, so much sky, a feeling rare.
Man's small vessel down below, people smaller still.
Vast blue horizon curves away; geometry or will?
Silver bow wave roaring, surfing,
gliding vessel keeps it curling.
To lofty waving arm at sea,
ascend from care to hold the key.
On this perch it feels like flight,
here is seen an ethereal light.
