FLIGHT

Running along a path

all of a sudden

birds out of nowhere.

From oak and bramble

the dirt and gravel

along the pavement

eruptions of feathers

and flapping.

Every stride and step

creates a hatching 

spontaneous presences

a winged litany 

that quickly disappears, returns

to silence, absence again.

Nature's sleight of hand.

It has a name: flight.