Charl JF Cilliers
Storm Hawk - Poem by Charl JF Cilliers
Its eye is a steep cliff,
steeper than driving rain;
holds nothing of treacheries
of if – only the necessities of now –
the contemplation of the fall;
braces to the immediate blows of wind,
undercuts of lightning flashes;
beyond shelter and certainty
surges into the moment
with not even a glance at the grave
stones at the foot of earth’s precipice.
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