The Lord is my Arctic, my tube nosed bird. He hoppeth over the surface of waters, my Jesus bird who doth follow my ship. He broods over cliff's edge, ponderous over all of the penguins balancing their eggs on their feet. The Lord is my giant frigate bird. I am his limpet, krill, and his plankton. He is the blue and the ever in waking, blue in the wake.
From Hams beneath the Firmament by Terri Ford. Copyright © 2007 by Terri Ford. Reprinted with permission of Four Way Books.