hawks

and in silence
the circling
is, evident

there is no
dis ill usion ment

in truth, we are
staggered
jaggered

our mis matched pieces
appear, shattered.

but, not, when
we're here
together

the spaces are filled
with your,
presence

and smooth ness,
takes hold.

reflection,
is what you
offer

and, oh my!
what a sight
we, behold.




19 july 2011