Two red-tailed hawks arrive
perching on dock rails.
He is first. She lands focused
on fish below, fierce pair
opening a portal on this strangely
cool August day where I’d been
wondering where summer has flown.
I abandon my civilized travel
list. I’ve been balancing, grounded
and electrified, expanding my field.
Each sight and scent clueing
endless ascension spirals
into authentic life. Since every word
is weighted, I struggle to lift
my message until these hunting
mates take flight as shadows
fall from a flock of noisy geese.
They watch from leafy tops,
treeing while I human.
My backpack is crammed, yet
the lovely lake insists on folding
this origami moment, silenced
songbirds, predators motionless
lonely poet-fumbling share
the ineffable slipping past
acerbic tongues, our
intentions afloat like trees
reaching across morning reflections.