Don’t Try to Land

Flying as a strategy—
Is it in competition
With other ways of moving?

How about with other forms
Of flight—can you imagine
The selection of flying

Methods as iterated
Tournaments, as for genomes?
What if everything that flies—

For that matter, everything
That spreads—is being winnowed
By context to spread farther?

What mad teleology,
To shove everything ahead
Into the constant buzz saw,

Always pushing from behind.
Or maybe it’s not like that.
Gravity loves us all, loves

Too much, the ache that draws us
Down and on and on and down.
Fly. Try hard. Hard as you can.