Looking Down, I Am Floating By Poem by James McLain

Out there in the fields.
Over open, salty water,
I am floating.
As the bird is flying
fishing yes, as I.
and it circles over head
it looking down upon me
looking up, I am, at it.
I'm looking down
through it's green eyes,
watching some one
floating by.
her head is in his lap
and white the foam,
floats up around it.
I am too far up and out
to hear her, ask of him
Why he's crying.
I can't but help to think
I think, she knows.
That I am floating off
and he is, floating bye.