Post by Rob on Jan 31, 2015 16:08:54 GMT
Inner Hawk
I wonder as I watch the hawks
tend their nest with the cold winter winds
whirling some nights that could
end weeks of work
They do not step aside from imagined dangers,
perhaps they can’t or won’t or know better.
they live by directions they have never read
fear keeps them alive.
From below I watch them bring a single
twig and later a small bite of food
they live in small important steps
all without talking, only knowing.
They do not have locks
their prayers have to be silent
each day is for survival, or death
their school is wherever they are.
The distance between us shrinks
as they image the way to be
with the authority that was given
when one thing led naturally to another.
I wonder as I watch the hawks
tend their nest with the cold winter winds
whirling some nights that could
end weeks of work
They do not step aside from imagined dangers,
perhaps they can’t or won’t or know better.
they live by directions they have never read
fear keeps them alive.
From below I watch them bring a single
twig and later a small bite of food
they live in small important steps
all without talking, only knowing.
They do not have locks
their prayers have to be silent
each day is for survival, or death
their school is wherever they are.
The distance between us shrinks
as they image the way to be
with the authority that was given
when one thing led naturally to another.