…and we sprawl with it
                    and hear another world for a minute
                    that is almost there.

                              – William Stafford (“Sending These Messages”)

Only the excited know the thrill—you tell us:
riding upon a Red Tail in the creek
hiding a kill beneath a skirt of feathers fanned

beside your horse’s shadow, looking past you,
looking up into an unseen rush of air,
louder over your shoulder, just before

the Golden Eagle lands and leaves
with the squirrel, as if you were not there.
But I can hear your squeals of disbelief

still echoing in the draws, well after
the meal was finished in a nearby oak tree.
We sprawl with it, over and over again,

share and stretch ourselves beyond this flesh—
become the eagle, become the hawk
and the sound of it is shrill.

                                                                                for Jody

4 responses to “THE SOUND OF IT

  1. Sure do miss you guys. And this is sublime.


    • Thanks, Amy. True story, of course, part of the business. We miss you as well, hatching plans to see you and your sidekick once it rains and we address the essentials on our rainy day schedule list. Two sources predicting rain after the 20th, but more hay coming tomorrow.

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  2. I love it. The ending is superb, “become the eagle, become the hawk
    and the sound of it is shrill.”…


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