I am not wanting to pull or push myself
away
but rather remain in that moment watching the dark shape at first un~understood, the approach, passing and settling softly
at eye level, all at eye level where i am sitting, the flight, the settling, at eye level
the flight from out there somewhere, into the house yard in the searing heat, the stark light of mid day to see then it as Moth that flew like a manta ray
in slow motion.
Wanting still, to remain in that moment, that true and real parallel reality until i know just some small thing that i can hang onto.
