Patterns in our nature

Choosing flight
over other deviations.
Marking time in a haphazard flick
of feathers and sighs.

Finding peace in a shaken
full-body release
only after coming with empty arms
and a blurred state of mind
to become unseen but where you are
in the form of a soaring raptor
clenching talons
scanning ribbons of rivers from above.

Carving into my being
what we see in the hills.
Making nothing over and everything new
in a union of all we touch.

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