This much is true
Keep your vision unfiltered
Then you’ll know what to do
The blinders aren’t helping
They’re actually in the way
You’ll regret later
Words you didn’t say
So throw on the saddle
Climb up on that horse
There’s only one life
And it’s not on a course.
Amphibious before birth
In waves, before earth
The longing comes
For a song sung
by future’s daughter
Ashes to ashes, maybe so
Or maybe, with miles to row
Toward the shore, or out to sea
It’s only in the water
That we’re truly free
Even though it’s the middle of May, every other day feels like Fall here. It’s the temperatures, that inspired me to take a look back at a memorable moment:
Sitting at the end of the kitchen table, bathed in early autumn light, while in
mid-sentence, I wasn’t the first to notice. Spinning around, she was behind me,
outside- in the garden. I was startled by her dignified presence and splendor of
her size and color. Perched on the wrought iron gate, not even ten feet away-but
with glass between us, she surveyed.
She reminded me of a tall, russet-haired woman, I once knew, with stately
features, and a strong posture. But this regal creature had feathers, not hair-
and stealth talons for stability, and survival.
For a lifetime, we stood- frozen in admiration, tinged in awe. We watched and
waited, as she watched and waited, with one unblinking eye, like the silver
silhouette of her cousin.
Then, with warrior wings, the young female floated back up to her home, in the
heavens. But not before this red-tailed hawk, had seemingly glared deeply into
our eyes, in order to capture every one of our souls.