Thursday, November 17, 2005

Hawk Eye


I have a feather in my hand
when two goshawks fly overhead
circulating in the southwest
wind. I raise it like a flag
surrendering to forces over-
whelming every cumulus
I send against them. Keep your arms
above your head, the nearby sea
records our every action. Tethered
to their flight, I leave my footprints
in the salt. The sky is growing.

~Son Rivers 2005

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

love the pix