Susan Marie Watkins

Rookie (September 23,1959 / California, USA)

Hawk - Poem by Susan Marie Watkins

I’m light and free as a hollow-boned hawk
Gliding on the thermals
Above the vast, gray-brown prairie.
I’m a sharp-eyed bird of prey,
Soaring unencumbered through the crystalline air.
I flex my sharp talons & open my hooked beak,
Screeching with pure invigoration
As I swoop towards the earth,
Alighting gracefully on a worn, crooked fencepost.

Alone, I sit and soak in the silence of this infinite, barren place
Where time is measured by the beat of angel wings.
The sun warms my sleek feathers,
But doesn’t reach my skin
As I patiently watch.
I’m on a quest for something.
Something I’ve been faithfully awaiting
Since before I was born.
If I’m quiet and alert, I know I will find it someday.

But now I must hunt.
Spreading my wings,
I jump into the air,
Ascending effortlessly.
Turning slow, thoughtful circles,
My eyes scan the ground for signs of movement.
A furtive flash.
I pin my wings to my sides and plunge to the earth,
The wind screaming in my ears.
My talons flash orange as I grab my prey and rise upwards,
Looking for a place to eat.
Dropping onto a warm, flat rock,
I tear bits of flesh from my catch.
Bolting them down,
I continue my watching,
Flinging quick, sharp looks in all directions.

I must be ready when it comes.

Comments about Hawk by Susan Marie Watkins

  • (1/5/2008 4:13:00 PM)

    A brilliant poem about stillness and transformation. Love the hollow-boned hawk metaphor and your original and down to earth description of the 'illusion' of our body minds as we await the final freedom of letting go. love, Allie xxxx (Report)Reply

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  • (1/1/2008 7:44:00 PM)

    This is stunning. We are drawn in by the power of the metaphor that is so effectively bolstered by your attention to detail and we become hawks ourselves. Well, I've to go swoop down on a bunny or chipmunk for supper. Check you later. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 1, 2008

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