Seaplane

SEAPLANE Frail silvered bird of man’s invent In air or drift its time is spent. My heart flies high on lofty wings That listen while the current sings. Not hindered by the traffic’s clog Nor crippled by the moving fog, Bold sailing vessel of the sky Will light on waves that heave and sigh Like gannet, gull or tern at home It glides across the azured foam And banks and heads into the breeze To land upon its wide-webbed skis. The thought occurs, as well it might Of all it’s seen within its flight, Most images that on the ground Will thought and deed intense confound, When viewed from such a distant height Do lose their power and their fright And fade into the circle’s knot Reminding us what’s been forgot