You’d think they’d be light and empty-headed creatures,
considering how they skimmed the surface of the sea
without height or depth of knowledge,
only a fleeting awareness gained at such velocity
that nothing could quite sink in
or be seen within a greater context,
but that was not how the islesmen saw them.
Instead, they marvelled at the stretch
of ocean they skipped over,
the accumulated detail their flight gained,
that they considered them the bird of greatest wisdom
and feasted hard upon them to improve
the slow and ponderous workings of their crag-bound brains.