you happen upon the majestic hawk
who is wise and free
like her
I had a dream I was flying
It felt more like falling
and I woke up shaking
My fate is unknown
out of my control
and the only guarantee
We see her soar above
the swamp-green lake
beautiful in its familiarity
I can't understand what it really is to fly
Is it a flight for survival?
She must spot the swimmers and the scurriers
more easily from up there
Is it a flight for enjoyment?
If she was tethered, it'd be the no-need-to-pedal sensation
after the climb of her life
I hope all living things experience awe
It's hard to imagine not
from way up there
when we get to experience it down here
just looking up at her wide wings
wondering
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