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?

Which way shall it be?

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.