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