Hawk Song
In the woods, a hawk spoke.
She wanted to sing together.
“Sing,” she called, and we threw our voices.
She wanted to sing together.
“Sing,” she called, and we threw our voices.
Circling in my sky,
she flew endlessly as I wandered,
as I sought a different ending.
she flew endlessly as I wandered,
as I sought a different ending.
Like the hawk, I must call out, must circle,
must crease the air.
must crease the air.
Difference is,
the hawk lives in the now.
The hawk never questions.
the hawk lives in the now.
The hawk never questions.
When I go, she becomes the woods.
If I am silent, her song spins on.
If I am silent, her song spins on.
Difference is,
I need more than the hawk needs.
I need someone to hear.
I need more than the hawk needs.
I need someone to hear.
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Hawk
In the woods, a hawk
She wanted to sing
"Sing," she called
Endlessly
Call, circle, crease
In the now
Becomes the woods
Song spins on
More than the hawk
Beautiful. It's always good to see you writing poetry.
ReplyDeleteCan't wait to see you on Irish soil!!
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