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,

                        this perfection.

High-pitched whistle-screech

above cool-morning oak tree shadows -

we are now one.

  © 2012, Vicky M. Semones