As the Crow Flies

You can disregard the mountains, 
The rivers, and the trees; 
The canyons and the deserts; 
The frozen steppes; the seas. 

You can leave your shoes and clothing 
At home; and pay no heed 
To nourishment: the earth 
Will furnish what you need. 

Don’t bother bringing money —
There’s nothing you can buy
From anyone in any
Quarter of the sky. 

But keep your wits about you; 
Be wary where you fly — 
There are brigands in that country 
Who prey on passersby.