Thursday, April 29, 2010

Flight path

New haiku on header. I take down Robert Major's wistful poem:
Sometimes I think . . .
you would answer the phone
if I were to call

But the new one is lovely too.

into the sun
where eyes can’t follow
a red tailed hawk
~Edith Bartholomeusz

The presence of a bird, up there... somewhere. But the hawk is free to fly where it chooses, into the sun if it wants to - the watcher can gaze no more, he must look away... let the knowledge of it comfort him, when he can no longer sight it.


Shweta said...

I need a 'love' in the reactions buttons.

footloose said...