To The Water

The other day out on the lake a

vulture swooped out over us his

wings spread wide like a crucifix

etched over the sun and I thought

Jesus what would it be like

to be one with the air, held

almost motionless by the fist

of the thermal

a crucifix etched

over the sun

so easy to live a life in the wind, with

a twitch of muscle, he was gone,

winging silent west

and how I wish I could live my life

like that, easy existence of air

no worries, no wine,

spread my arms so wide

and expose my heart

to the water.