...a Seabird with Anchor Feet.
in the Florida Keys. We poured my grandmother's ashes in to the sea. Off the Islamorada bridge. It was remote. Far from civilization. Here the stars, like Visigoths invade the sky and set it ablaze.
Charles Baudelaire wrote a poem titled, 'Le Albatross', in, 'The Flowers of Evil'.
It is one that I keep close. Here is a few lines from one of the various translations:
Often, to amuse themselves, the men of a crew
Catch albatrosses, those vast sea birds
That indolently follow a ship
As it glides over the deep, briny sea.
Scarcely have they placed them on the deck
Than these kings of the sky, clumsy, ashamed,
Pathetically let their great white wings
Drag beside them like oars.
That winged voyager, how weak and gauche he is,
So beautiful before, now comic and ugly!
One man worries his beak with a stubby clay pipe;
Another limps, mimics the cripple who once flew!
The poet resembles this prince of cloud and sky
Who frequents the tempest and laughs at the bowman;
When exiled on the earth, the butt of hoots and jeers,
His giant wings prevent him from walking.
— William Aggeler, The Flowers of Evil (Fresno, CA: Academy Library Guild, 1954)