Of Beasts Become Angels
Freed with the blade of his pocketknife, his gulls, skimmers, pelicans,
and great blue herons, imprisoned for months in the dark heart
of driftwood, take flight. He feels the beauty of wings in wind, of weightless bodies
keeling in the nacreous liberty of dusk, and after these moments
of beasts become angels, braces for descension to the earthbound,
hard wrought, and dauntless independence of his chair on wheels.