I lift off above leaf-green spring, taut
tennis courts, lazy fairways, lines
of narrow sailboats moored
where the sea shifts blue-green, gray-blue.
I level out above circles of pear blossom,
grids of corn, pastures patterned
with weathervane cows, heads to the wind.
A breeze passes across every grassy hill,
ripples every light-struck river. It frays
and feathers cirrus geographies
I skim, skip through, explore
to pierce a pantheon of old superstitions,
drive my shadow across the land,
reorder the mechanics of awe.
Sitting in the sky, I scout high prairies
of air, yearn to settle there.