Stay a while, still.
Less like the wind,
more like the ground you stand on…
This is their shortest stop,
a flourish, a visible high point
in the business of their life—
When gifted an early morning,
when something wakes you, holds you
in its pre-dawn hand and will not let you go…
Hang out the sheets
and take off your shoes…
Flat on the bed
I see the hawk fly by
fingers of her thick wings spread
like my own, splayed and spent