January 6, 2011

the hawk

this morning
returning from that sacred time
on the trail
where i remember who i really am

i spotted a hawk
high in the pine tree
above my home
and stopped

for a moment
time seemed to flow
as gently as the wind
caressing the highest branch
that rocked the bird

and i forgot i was on the ground


it was i
who sat motionless
far above the details
with a clear view of the day
who spread strong wings
and left the safety of the tree

to soar

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