When you truly desire to fly you will know how to

Dressed in cotinga & quetzal feathers, fastened carefully

You begin by painting sky & water

Aquamarine, cobalt, cyan, cerulean

Cut a horizon sharp as an obsidian blade

Color the sun amber with an azure smoldering rim.

Then, when the brush is poised from longing

Sketch the green golden curve of your iridescent wings

Rising an airborne stairway on the back of Ehecatl

Wind as master, you are its exuberant child, lost in azul

While the world sails on over the lazuline edge of your painting.