This morning a large Red-tailed Hawk circled above us
in a lazy pattern, swooping low and then climbing again.
Our canary in the kitchen window sounded an alarm,
even though it did not know the actual name of the bird.
While we sleep at night, there are animals that prowl
around our house, but we do not know their names.
Last night they knocked over a newly re-planted cactus
which we found scattered near the front porch.
All of this happens in a way that seems so real,
which is why, when I awaken, I have to check the porch.
When I look out the door, I know that I am still dreaming,
because now I am lifting up into the eye of the spiral.
I am soaring in ever-widening circles above the cactus,
above the house, above the imploring cry of the canary.
I look out towards the horizon, and there in the dim light
an immense storm is gathering, clouds piled upon clouds.
All of my previous concerns now seem so trivial,
nor is there any safe place left to land.