Swim The Air "Look how easy it is! No harder than Swimming breaststroke!" – Hands push back the air And instantly you're lifted away up there: Over the backyard fences, gliding between High power lines, to swoop and soar above Roofs and trees; arms outstretched, to dive Past startled friends – "It's easy: swim the air!" Earthbound and envious, sadly they never dare. Paul Stevens If you've a comment on this poem, Paul Stevens would like to hear it.