Air Wet morning at river’s edge and the air holds its breath. A blue jay launches its cry into dawn’s green gut. Wake up! A dog leaps across grass - the pause and elegant landing, red flag of a tail held high. A glimpse of something distant in the heart. A thousand insects rise on wings, veer right, then left, then vanish. One reed sways above still water. The woman stands so quiet. She tips her mouth to the air. Sips.