A span of time,
Seemingly suspended,
Rich and rife with expectation,
A bird, an eagle, a hawk
Wings expanded
On a blowing wind
To fly, glide, circle,
Lifting off a breath
Of solar streams
Seeking the minutest change:
A stirring of tall grasses
Tinged golden in the early sun,
A glancing of light
Off a silky sticky web,
A denser kick of dust,
A leap from the sea’s
bright surface,
A fleeting shadow in a
Torrent of water
Falling past the brown-needled hills,
Exposed to the sky
Exposed to the eye
That rushes to claim
The deep center of my soul
Poetry and Verse 