in my spare time i work on building human wings

yesterday i saw 

one hundred white gulls

turning cartwheels through the heavens.

they are celebrating 
the long awaited arrival of blue sky!

i thought.

then i remembered:

they float through that fleeting realm 

morn by morn

afternoon by afternoon.
they have no notion of want for it.

but i wanted.

and i wished i was a bird.