In Belize, I saw a pelican with a broken wing, a pelican earth bound. It was made to soar the open skies. A being made to float on and in the air now glued to the ground. It’s eyes looked skyward longing for the freedom found in flight, tried to ascend but only one wing flapped.
In pelican dreams it remembers the feeling the air currents beneath massive wings, wings spread wide, wings slowly flapping in flight, remembered spying shoals of fish glinting beneath the waves, remembered tucking it’s wings and plunging to earth, remembered crashing headfirst into the water, remembered emerging with squirming fish in it’s pouch, remembered tilting it’s head back and swallow the succulent morsels, remembered returning to the azure, remembered kissing the sun on it’s way to roost for the night.
In the morning it will wake from those dreams and again find itself in a new reality where the life it was made for is a once upon a time dream.