Thursday, September 12, 2019
SEEING
We have learned
to see across
or through, beyond,
not into.
Not the flower
but the arrangement;
not the grasses
but the horizon;
not the stars
but the far darkness.
Mother Hawk
would counsel
patience, to sit
like a broken branch
in the naked tree
and wait. And wait.
What you see
will approach
in silence.
She says, Wait.
