Barbara J. Williams
Fragile white bird floats on the dark waves at night as they crest and break
Always atop the wave as it ebbs and flows
Does he know he could rise above with wings so fine and free?
Soar above and watch the scene below.
Then again, to think we all could, when tossed by the tempests of life,
Be aloft, not merely adrift ...
Yet still we ride.