Slowly the manta ray

Unfolds and undulates

Descending, like an eagle


Of the air, through

Updrafts of ocean water


What it seeks I cannot

See, because its urgencies

Are defined so differently


Fill hunger?  Slake thirst

That, in water, I cannot



Or fly for delight in flight,

Ripping, tearing through

Sea currents, even while


Negotiating their fury


Can I fly as slowly as the

Ray?  Must I?


Two ways of asking this,

I know: Must I not?  Must

I not?


May I?  And, if so,


Will I?


How much of creatures’

Movements, I wonder,

Depend on will