Words in Motion- Feature Poem of the Day for National Poetry Month

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.

                                          Cathy Yard