I stretch my spirit into blue, catching the breeze,

l let my self fall and drift, with its breath. There are

some moments we move as one the flow, the dip,

the trust, in fine bone and feather, tracing invisible

stories over and through sunrise and moonset, the

land below a dream of soft white sand, a burrow of

a fairnt call in my belly, a beginning that waits while

l soar.