Roofs fall in, foundations go awry,

walls spill onto winding lanes

We reroof the houses and raise the walls

without tending to the earth. We turn a blind eye

to the faults running below and through us

and all we dwell in. We hack the limbs

that cleanse the air and lift us. All seeing hawk,

I sense your presence in the trellised light

on the leaves and bark. Between wing-spread

and foot fall: What can you tell us

that we would listen to

and act upon? That there’s no need

to measure the near or lay claim to the far?

The buildings we raise

will topple. Warnings are not enough;

we need to fall.

As you need to swoop and glide

June 27, 2015


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