Hawk
In the morning I
rise from a nest of
cold wind and stars
Flying over you I am
a mere seed in the sky
my body as shapeless
as an unfinished dream
From this height all the
miles are inches
the vast horizon
Is a delicate scar
on my side
It is at this great distance
that I am closest to you
For this is where I
can see you best
changing into yourself
the way water changes
Into the face
which leans over it