Place to Land

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.



About Bob OHearn

My name is Bob O'Hearn, and I live with my Beloved Mate, Mazie, in the foothills of the Northern California Sierra Nevada Mountains. I have a number of blog sites you may enjoy: Photo Gallery: Essays on the Conscious Process: Compiled Poetry and Prosetry: Verses and ramblings on life as it is: Verses and Variations on the Investigation of Mind Nature: Verses on the Play of Consciousness: Poetic Fiction, Fable, Fantabulation: Poems of the Mountain Hermit: Love Poems from The Book of Yes: Autobiographical Fragments, Memories, Stories, and Tall Tales: Ancient and modern spiritual texts, creatively refreshed: Writings from selected Western Mystics, Classic and Modern: Wisdom of a Spirit Guide: Thank You!
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