Hawk
Hawk
sweeps
clear through
the background
which is sky
and mountain ledge,
--Old Chuska Mountain,
my friend, shelter--
His immense knowledge
of wind,
his perception
of circling slow wind,
his edge of wing
on air trail
straightens then suddenly
overhead,
directly above us,
the pines.
This man, he knows
what he is doing.
-- Simon Ortiz --
from Woven Stone
What would it be like to fly like this hawk?
I remember standing at the edge of the Grand Canyon and watching birds fly, first maybe ten feet off the ground where I was standing and then, beyond the edge where I couldn't go. What would that be like, to have the ground maybe ten feet below and then suddenly drop away to hundreds of feet below? What would that be like?
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