The Hunter’s Gaze
October 25, 2014 § 2 Comments
Soaring above me.
Hurtling down airy corridors.
He sees, as in a sped up movie.
I stand in the field beneath,
fixed, rooted.
Gravity’s glue.
Then to perch, imperial.
A hunter’s gaze,
lacerating the flesh.
Who to be,
What to become,
The next move,
Terrible mysteries.
As he launches for the climb,
Prelude to the kill,
I take his eyes.
The world now beneath me,
So many small, distant things.
There below, I see him,
Narrow and alone.
Jealous eyes upward.
Prey to his affliction,
father to son.
Good to see you writing. What else did that soaring view show you? It would be fun to head back up there, in compassion, and see what there is to see…
haunting and beautiful too.