Bubka

 

There must be a lyric for this.

Something already written, or sung

about this place, at this time 

on a calm October day.

Or is this just for me?

This empty sea and unsullied sand

is it, just for me?

Over there, beneath ship shaped clouds

that cruise across the sky,

Koroni gloats in a lagoon of sun.

Between us, a mast without a sail

poles across the bay.

I think of Sergei 

and how he could use that mast

to vault above the distant headland

and arc his back against the sky.

To climb above its highest peak

and plunge back down into the deep 

to hear the roar of forever.

He could fly, man he could fly

and here, on this calm October day,

so can I.