The wing was designed for the wind.
It was the wind that carved and crafted it.
And after the work was done, the wind stepped back
To admire its handiwork.
No one has seen the wind, only its effects.
The wing, sensing lift, soars upward:
Tucks, drops, spreads, recovers—
An aerial display of pure delight.
The wing knows the draftsman that designed it
The wing knows the craftsman that refined it
The wing knows,
And as the wind flows,
If we would be designers of wings
We should study aeronautical engineering.
If we would fly
We need only lift our wings
To catch the wind.
2013©Brian T. Maurer