Flock of
pelicans
following Big Sur coast north
soaring around
rolling, falling landforms,
hugging features
of the face of mother earth
as if riding a road
ribboning the air,
maybe twenty feet above
and seaward of the surface
riding the
updraft
of the breathing sea
perhaps conserving energy
to absorb the blows of their punishing
dives
holdovers from
prehistory,
so comfortable
in their effortless soaring
towards their next rendevous
with the sea -
my spirit moves
to the deep congruence
of their eons-old relationship
with these beloved features
of our earth mother