Cliffside

Wind ruffles through my feathers,

white as the pure sun beating down on my wings,

but I am not tied to air pressure, nor sunlight, nor

Gravity, indeed

The water holds me close to her bosom

as stars float around me,

suspended to that which I have never felt,

fins flare around me, softly billowing

out, past the lines of history

I look upon fondly.

Shifting rocks on the coast fall to my fingers,

my favourite place, a cave from which

I look out upon this

kingdom, of mine.