Scree

Scree

 

I have heard the raptor's cry

filling the dome of the sky,

and looked up

only to find the tops of tall trees

enfolding the bird in a dark place.

But this one is drifting high,

a comma in open blue.

The call, sharp and confident

blankets the firmament

as a whale's voice

fills the ocean

with concentric sound waves.

 

Red shouldered hawk, peregrine falcon,

what  name could give justice

to this creature of the millennia

evolved from the cosmic soup,

its power indescribable

as the sensation

of a lover by one's side,

a violent wind,

a dive into a cold sea?

Who can understand

how we have ears to hear

a miracle

piercing everywhere

through the resonant air?

�"Gary S.