Should you fly east
as I have done from Sacramento
and are lucky enough to have a window seat,
look out
you might just find a big blue lake in the midst of the Sierra Mountains.
It always takes my breath away
to see this world I wander in from above.
Today, as I lay upon the forest floor
gazing up an immense cedar snag
A plane flies by.
It’s drone breaking up the steady sound
of the snow melt filling the creek
and the songs of a few birds going about with their lives.
One long slow breath of mine
and the plane has come and gone from sight.
Was someone watching from above?
Did they catch my breath?
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