Frigate in the sand

 

Beyond a drift through the waves,

the skies of the sea,

you came to land

on unforgiving sand.

Maybe you never feathered the clouds

or swooped with thermals,

but here you are

marooned.

Once, some distant shoreline

held you rooted;

then liberating winds,

or eroding shorelines,

effected your release.

Birds used to chatter their adventure

on your branches,

secrets you could never experience,

places you could never go,

sights you could not imagine.

Miles later,

tides later,

you lie still -

imitating a frigate bird

and sculpt another imagination.