Behind him are those days

he suffered boredom in a pew,

slumped in an office chair looking out

at pigeons in formation


Alone, navigating papers on a desk,

he changed course and spun

into a dream

angling upwards through twisting clouds


to an apex where at last he dove


into the diamond glitter

of the midday ocean,


blinking once before

he shattered

the slick shining surface

eyes wide


The plunge stripped away

his suit and tie,

freed him to wing

closer to the sun