The Unlikely Profession of a Wandering Albatross.
Obtuse, all angles spent righting itself, for measure of balance, weight: for measure of being in the right, this placement of time and space. An Albatross wanders.
No gesture enough to distract, these plumes merely devices of direction, not dance, if only. If only height and distance were thought less of, or to be achieve with, rather than, closeness.