Day 58 - about a bird
Flying while walking
On the mountain, alone under a clear sky, beautifully unexpected things can happen.
Flight
Some birds, they fly so fast
so fast that their wings
cleave the air like feathered hammers
wing beats striking the ear
so loud that your head swings to
look, to follow, your eyes
too slow
too slow to catch them
but your soul
your soul leaps out and
hitches a ride into the blue.
