the wild moment

The wild moment

sky and land

conjoin.

Contact,

relation,

when we convene together

skin and feather,

talon and leather.

The fleeting moment

when inspiration comes,

stopping momentarily

on its flight -

shiny, bright,

ray of light.

The morsel shared,

in intimate grip,

feeding

the flightless

with a sense

of limitless horizons

the dilemma of duality.

And the moment is gone,

one back on the wing,

one with a feeling

of loss.

Sky and land

back in their places.