Mt. McGuire

When coming down the talus,
crossing blackened boulder fields,
a kestrel upwards flew
and our spirits collided.
For my ears were full of wind;
my heart outside my chest;
my soul was sharing its thoughts
with airborne particles of sunlight.
On the rusted blue raptors wings
I saw my breath,
then I understood.
This moment would be mine forever.
The mountain beneath me Was.
All horizons Remained.
Our spirits never parted
and to this day I am blissfully torn,
my breath upon the wind.