A question born in the alps
from the winds under the wings
of an alpine chough
A question oscillating
in the feathered dance of her approach
in the sparkling of her eyes
the shimmering of her beak
Punctured by cries
How do we interact with the many forms of life?
Are we just babbling or do we truly communicate?
How do we relate?
And how, how do we listen?
And an answer is
diving by
gliding down
turning into the wind
circling in the upcurrent
higher and higher
and gone
_The meeting with the beautiful yellow-billed chough took place during the descent from mount Schinder on the Tyrolean-Bavarian border on June 6th 2015.
