Avast the lonely albatross

Avast the lonely albatross 
has took to skimming just above 
the cresting chop 
for miles and miles 

he has a death-wish, yes 
he does. 

or butt your stupid nose 
out, pal! He might just 

love an accidental swim? 
Somehow, and
like 
to practice
and perfect 
that low-down glide
that he gets in, 
with nary a flap
or tilt of wing 
for miles and miles
of salty time, 

so what the heck?

That albatross: no lonely bird!
He does it: fine. 

For lonely is not solitude. 
And solitude 

takes practice, see?
Slung just above the icy waves
by ancient rime for miles and days 

For lonely keeps old company 
with missed and gone, forevermore 
- and often treats its guesting ghosts 
so bitterly, so rude. With not a drop 

of gratitude 

to break the surface, plumb 
the depths or lilt another inch 
above the crashing roar

No need of why. 

To play with it, awhile, since 

we've got to fly 

Ah,
here's
the shore