hawk chronicles #3…

copyright cwmartin 2011

each day
i see you
struggling to move
along the rugged
path of innocence
leaning upon emptiness
promises
peace
love
bliss
forever
you
a sacrificial offering
on the altar of belief
hold fast
to terra firma
never daring
to take flight
tho the flames
rise all around

lovers’ quarrel…

i watched
as the hawk
struck her prey
but it scurried
injured into the brush
the hawk soared high
into the parched noonday sky
patiently waiting for its return
for she knew
this was
the only place
for water