this morning
returning from that sacred time
alone
on the trail
where i remember who i really am
i spotted a hawk
high in the pine tree
above my home
and stopped
for a moment
time seemed to flow
as gently as the wind
caressing the highest branch
that rocked the bird
and i forgot i was on the ground
no
it was i
who sat motionless
far above the details
with a clear view of the day
who spread strong wings
and left the safety of the tree
to soar