In flight together
A saddle at full gallop
Upon fetlocked wings
A globe suspended
Spinning still
Quiet beauty
This panoramic
In its extremes, a vacuum
Drawing us to it
Preoccupation
Identifying gender
First, to be human
Squeezing tight your hand
Calling out for their mother
All through streaming tears
A tiny green bird
Darts about
As if wingless
Gathering nectar
Living a stilled existence
Flower to flower
He sat on a wall
Scrambling for God and country
He was a good egg