Searching out cracks in the wind
as she works her way east
in the face of a near hurricane,
Or swinging in mile-wide circles,
without a feather stirring
the entire length of the plane,
Riding the thermals upward
toward the sun,
With scarcely a glance at certain
two-tentacled creatures
clinging tighter than barnacles
to the rocks below.
Donald Crane of Harrington is a retired journalist and public relations writer and a member of the Salt Coast Sages group.