Soaring, diving, gliding
high above skyline surrender,
the American White Pelican
seems out of place.
The American White Pelican,
with pouch full of pickerel,
a head full of pride,
seems out of place.
 
To soar, dive, glide,
to surrender to the waves,
like DL Merritt with a full belly,
I want to be a pelican.
 
The poet, too,
seems out of place,
out of time and space.
To soar, dive, glide
towards the freedom
of tomorrow
across page after page
and fate upon fate.
 
To be a pelican,
free…
and well fed.