CLIMB to the high board, heart cold and fast
As flopping fish (for who can take that flight
Like gull sure with swoop to keep at last
The air, who if not you, tall in light
Like the sun?) Exult now in the cup of air,
Noon-bright land, the call of wind;
Step to the quick edge, swift and spare,
Outspread like Eagle pinned
To the far sky. Up for spring,
Then arch like the willow’s arm and down
To your rising face and green world, wing
Gently, no splash, but spin in the water a crown.