A whale family floats in the sky
waterspout and all. They look
down as I traverse the land. The
wind chases them away for others
to see. Just add wings and
everything changes.

The people meditate as a yellow
sea next to the urban noise. They
fly in their minds alone as one.
The fierce wind carries their inner
Power as I walk by. Crosses
by the violent waves are a reminder
of those who died in war.

They have names.
They have faces.
They have a family.
Just add wings.