The hovering hawk

In your reading
           you come across a phrase
that captures
           your imagination
that pleases you
           how the body is light
how in its youth
           it dances and sways
to life’s rhythms
           and as you mature
you become aware
           that you are the fruit
of your own making
           you lift a finger
you get on with it
           you make your bed
and you lie in it
           a hawk hovering
above a field of barley
           has seen something
I would not have seen
           and so it hangs in the air
for a purpose
           and I hold the idea of it
in my head
            and in these words

John Lyons