I cannot help but stop and look at the majestic seabird

standing at the waters edge like a statue

wings waiting outstretched for a lofty rise

sensing the exact wind speed for stationary gliding

effortlessly climbing up into the breeze

magically suspended over the advancing surf

I see no kite strings keeping him steady

just instinctive adjustments to his wings during flight

his feet drop down as he gently descends

executing a perfect landing in the exact same spot

what a miracle I am seeing

a vertical take-off flying machine with no instrumentation

not designed by engineers computing his aerodynamic profile

no engine for thrust nor electric motors for power

no air speed sensors on his wings

no remote controls to pilot this animal craft

no silicone chips crunching software in his brain

just a majestic seabird playing in the Assateague onshore breeze