Manta

We fly through the sea
without wings
feathers

fifty million years
a runner
stretched lizard arms
to fall on me, beating them against the sky
to escape up the hill
and sense the fear
you taste
the air


the runner
learned to hollow
his bones
the runner
learned to flap
his arms
the runner changed
web footed
to glide


Buy the sky and sell the sky and lift your arms up to the sky
glide below the ocean waves
the light plays

upon your arms
simple
peaceful
free

as high above the ground in the deep sea
as the lizard
and the eagle