Studying the flightpaths of Ravens
Laughing, tumbling, soaring
Pulling back off the wind and rolling
Like a rip curl in some wild invisible wave
Subtle shifts tilting you sideways
Chasing between narrow spaces of trees
Joyful play
Lifting my arms in balance
Allowing them to move over and under my hoop
Spinning, turning, flipping
Changing directions with push or pinch of my human hand
Mystery of flight
Mastery of surrender
Iridescent aura
Disappearing
Into Light.
