I move across oceans with power untamed, or greet from afar when a hand is raised. I vanish in sand yet return once more, I’m both in the water and gesture at the door.

Eggs and pancakes just glide over me like boats to see A fluorine-ringed chain wrapped round carbon’s bone I can pollute the water, drop a cow full-grown

I am agile and graceful, I flit with the breeze. Or glide right down, usually with ease. Two lives I lead: one skyward, one deep. A word with two wings, in your throat it may keep.

I can swim in clouds, but I cannot live in the world. People often spot me in dreams.

My front half is proper, my back half is sweet. As one, I herald spring, never missing a beat.