One Brief Moment

Eyes glitter from the side

of the road, face illuminates then

disappears. I slip through

hollow grasses that whisper,

into the night hunting what moves,

breath held, heartbeat suspended,

through still of darkness with you.

Night air moist, I hunger

for warmed, salt-blood, for freedom from light,

from societies’ rules—reborn primal. Carry

me with you; show me what I have put aside,

forgotten in haste.

Over the hum of tires an owl hoots,

calls my name, and I drive on

into the night.

by Cathy Yard

Words In Motion 2014