High pitched whistle- screech
above cool-morning oak tree shadows,
red tail luminescence in the sun’s light
proclaims a presence so powerful,
all is motionless except your flight:
gentle turn, slow glide, swirl in soft air;
suspended on gracious wings of intention;
allowing witness to deep spirit -
until you ascend to sky.
My soul fills with your quiet splendor,
we merge in humble Tai Chi movement:
ecstatic flight of slow, arching motion,
floating together in vibrant air without thought -
a perfection of movement. I am complete.
Deep bow of thankfulness for this grace, this peace,
above cool-morning oak tree shadows -
we are now one.
© 2012, Vicky M. Semones