horaltic pose

the humble vulture, wings

outstretched

 

whose silent stance shouts

hallelujah 

toward heavenly 

bodies—stop and listen.

 

she has no idea

how i’ve watched her,

how she’s been 

my teacher,

how i’ve taken 

notes on giving

thanks and letting 

go: 

 

lift your hands

daily,

surrender

 

then,

you can fly