It’s the first impression that carries the weight,
like the ridiculous wings that stretch to the horizon
and can flex like a butcher’s blade. And incredible
lightness of bearing. Actually gliders avoid puns
and have no need of imagery. They are not birds,
they have no means of being anywhere else.
Nothing moves them. But air. Give them that
and they are all over. Support them with speed
and present them with opportunity, then the
sky opens its secrets, allows them their moment.