there is nothing more shocking than Beauty:
unexpected, never, ever, the same twice -
some times: momentary, startling the senses
of being, time, even breath, into suspension:
flashing, living wings into the evening sun...
if no human saw, this would surely still be
more beautiful than anything. must we be
the only ones who believe we see? even now,
the wind settled for one stride, paused, then
smiled: for this earthly gift, so golden, golden....