Wild Innocence

His swept-back wingspan, massive

Stretched against the sunset skies, I watched him,

Sailing in stealthy silence, aloft the still ocean plane.

Possessing a courage unmatched,

Magnificence unrivaled,

gliding in the wind as aimless as a vagrant.

So effortless

So ethereal,

Not a flutter on the wing.

As he commanded the open skies,

I wondered of his consciousness.

There he was, as beautiful  as a bride,

dawdling over the water mirror.

and I envied his carefree passage-

and my eyes beheld his scapular,

purple against the dying sunlight.

His roving eyes alert,

mandibles cocked and untamed,

ready for the lunge.

And my soul beheld him

who lived in the moment

Embracing in all its fullness,

the life for which he was fashioned.

And for miles he traversed the promising pelagic blue,

feral, fearless, confidently self-possessed.

A picture was taken , his image imprinted in my mind’s eye.

And for many dark nights,

the epiphany of the foraging frigate remained

as clear as innocence to guide my way.

 

 

© Ivenia A. Benjamin

Timothy A. Hodge

This poet is awesome! Her powers of expression and her ability to command the reader to follow are phenomenal!

Vellie Nicholas-Benta

Compelling imagery! The poet cleverly juxtaposed the innocent, enviable submission to life’s calling of the bird against man’s woeful inadequacy–man’s resistance…Wonderful epiphany: even a bird can lead us to seize the moment to fulfil our life’s calling! Lovely writ, Ivenia

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