BECOMING

(a visual capture)

On the first day of winter, I took a long walk

I felt like walking far and straight
I felt like trudging through the path packed with snow
I felt like seeing the light come up from behind the mountains
I felt like walking to the place where I could see Resurrection Bay

I stopped on a bridge overlooking Resurrection River that was flowing toward the Bay
at some point, my hand brushed the snow off the top of the bridge

It flew
It flew toward the river
    and as it flew
it danced in the wind
    a snowy version of starling murmurations

My hand moved
       becoming snow flying
The snow flew
       becoming the wind's memory
The wind remembered
       becoming the water flowing

Becoming,
        a dance of energies and life's transformation.

~Modern Akhmatova