Roaring of Wings
Not only of the condors, albatross and eagle, the osprey, wren and tit
but of angels, dragons and horses, sea-serpents and flying fish
the whisper-kisses of butterfly, moth and bee.
And the prescient intimation and incipient harbinger of our own fledgling wings -
I hear them.
Sometimes,
one may catch a glimpse of pinions, whirring light,
feathery, dancing gyro-metries;
sense and register the ripple, pulse
and tremor of passing wings,
great bodies stream-lined to a flash
of hyper lightspeed sped.
June