Hi there. Just doing some poetry warm-up, fresh from me to you. Hope you dig it. May your day be full of peace. <3, C.A.
Migration
You, the strange
Hawk,
Live on the wind;
You bring the glide.
You bring the climb,
The vision,
And the furious dive.
How I've always wanted
To be a flier,
To give up and give in,
To let the air and the sky
Keep me
Alive,
To steal time,
Swallowing up
All distant
Shapes --
The crawlers, and the motionless --
Like a wild fire.
Each year, you, a thief,
Shake your head and rise up.
Quick
and nearly silent,
but for the tree calls.
Perhaps, with weather,
Comes
A sudden message.
Safe, I imagine,
Nesting,
Looking backwards
In the pine.
Human now.
I keep this
Secret,
A curled-up talon.
It is yours and mine,
Hanging on a wing.
Black licorice
and dark chocolate.
Here and there, I step
On the heels
Of your shoes.
Hurry,
Fall.
Each year,
How I worry
About this grounded
Body.
My feet crack.
My knees crack.
I look to you for
Wheat
Pancakes.
But sometimes I see myself
Teaching flight.
Sometimes I see myself
Feeding
A surprise child.
C.A. MacConnell
