over other deviations.
Marking time in a haphazard flick
of feathers and sighs.
Finding peace in a shaken
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
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.