I went for a walk tonight
and noted vultures, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
floating and floating south
high above the breathless parking lot
no flapping of wings
just open arms floating

It’s as though they were in hang ten
that state surfers achieve when they ride a wave

It is what happens
with awareness of breath
breathe in breathe out breathe in breathe out
the very rhythmical flapping of the wings
and hold
you have caught a timeless current
and it isn’t about the flapping or breathing any more

breath ignites light