Remember Love

Still morning cool, with the kestrel kee-kee-keeing over the field. Harrier on the fence post far down by the pond, I watch your flight from post to top of cedar to post and I feel your wing beats bring air to my lungs. I exhale and lift you to another post.   Feathers, beak, talons. Skin, hands, feet. Earth, fire, water, air. I am not a bird, just as you are not a human. Yet, I am you, you are me. There is no you, there is no me. Remember Love.