On early summer mornings
The sun slides down my hill
Time is vertical, time is circular
Time is standing still

The trees define the shafts of light
For a flickering few seconds
Then the relentlessly rising sun
Another daytime beckons

The air seems prehistoric
Like I’ve been here times untold
It makes me feel euphoric
It makes me feel so cold

Circular columns of smoky sun
Evaporate like mist
The hawk circling through the trees
Will join me for a tryst

He lands upon the cohosh tree
Precariously he perches
He watches for a sign from me
And then to earth he lurches

Through the haze he walks to me
And signals me he knows
So I follow into the hazy shaft
And trust eternal flows

The smile he wears tells all of me
There is no need to fear
I wait to learn the mystery
And have it all come clear

The gods have credible, wonderful ways
To make the cosmos known
And what is there and what is not
Will soon to us be shown

10/21/2003

Posted on 10/21/2003
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