peli-can

I would be a pelican,
with ungainly grace and
indigenous dignity, knowing
my place, for the pelican
does not try to be an eagle,
nor aspire to be a hawk. It does
not strut like the egret, nor preen
like the cardinal, nor flit like
the roadrunner nor flutter like
the hummingbird.
It stands, quietly, in wait, then, when
the time comes, when its
time
comes,
it
spreads its brown-blue wings and flaps
and soars, not too high
and not so low, but in its
own
space.
Always.