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Hawk Medicine

July 30, 2011

Hawk Medicine

He landed on the dead pine
and seemed to step back, against the trunk,
and disappeared. In the fog, I wasn’t sure–
had I seen him at all? Then he turned his head,
a brief, quick shift, and yes, he was there,
looking like the tree trunk,
invisible in the crepuscular fog,
shadows made by the wet western edges of the forest,
white and muzzy stillness. He blinked perhaps,
and so did I. He’s hunting as the dark comes on,
invisible, stealthy, fearless.

We don’t know that word: fearless.
We have many worries, catalogued and worn from airing.
Some of them have graduated to the status of fear.
And so if we could take hawk medicine, a spoonful at a time,
at dusk, we would salve the weeping wound of fear,
heal it with a small but consistent dose of courage.
What we need is to be invisible, in power, watching for the
small things that will feed a life and make it grow fearless.
Be patient, practice stillness. Fold our wings close and lean–
lean back against the mother–become One, Hawk.

For whatever reason, known only to him,
it is time to move on. No hurry, wings open,
and he is gone. Life is that simple. Live in fear,
be the prey, or be fearless. It takes nothing special,
just step back against the tree,
and disappear.

Jane Galer July 30, 2011

2 Comments leave one →
  1. July 30, 2011 9:32 pm

    Great post! I really enjoyed reading it 🙂 Feel free to come by and take a look at my poems!


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