cupping in my palm
moment of eternity
come whet your thirst
cupping in my palm
moment of eternity
come whet your thirst
plane sounding low
masks guttural rumblings
mindfulness lifted
looming overhead
black clouds threaten to open
sun spotlighting home
where light and dew meet
a layer of sparkling gold
topping fields of green
black cows grazing on sunshine
nothing escapes the hawk’s eyes
one moment becomes the next unfolding eternity