Passage

A hawk circles
catching drafts
glides into the distance
high pitched screeches
pierce invisible air

dying trees on a ridge
bare branches
glow in the sunlight
like sculptures
reaching for the sky

a perch for hawks
to hang out
large dark eyes
ocular wonders
zeroing into dry grass

last week
in the distance
barely audible  
the unmistakable buzz
of chainsaws

today
mounds of wood chips
a hawk flies by
skimming tree tops
close enough to touch

a flash of recognition
the hawk
the piles of wood chips

the trees are gone
empty spaces hold
their ghosts

stunned
I take a moment
to pause
find my breath
connect the fragments

to be present
feel the loss
see the beauty of the trees
hawks flying
to and from their branches

a moment to mourn
to honor
to be grateful
to
be
with

a prayer
a wish
may you all be safe
may you all find home
may you all come back

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Orchids

Back in the 90’s
now a fading dream
we lived on Maui
soft tropical island

I placed orchids
in trees 
and beneath a trellis
in a garden
surrounding our home

I installed small drip lines
to bring them water
offered them food
and watched them thrive

Now in the Bay Area
I see orchids indoors
seemingly out of place

In the grocery store
a field of orchids
carries me home

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