Four dimensions

.

The air bends her

But she is not hindered.

She curls and curves in the wind, but

The shapes she makes

Are not dictated.

.

Sometimes the sea gives

Sometimes she has to take.

She spies a silver flash

Then pierces the waves

Like a flung spear.

.

Her world has four dimensions;

Grey skies, smoked by approaching weather

Blue-green fathoms that fade to deepest black

Fledglings awaiting her return, unfillable

The song of the spirit that lives in

Everything