Wonder if hawk
ever gets tired of flying,
unfolding her wings
to go in search of food
for herself and her offspring.
Her effortless flight,
this thing she was born to do,
never thinking or planning
to lift herself from the earth,
giving birth to concepts
of freedom.
There must be those moments
when she sits on her perch
dreaming of summer’s heat
soaking deep through her feathers.
When gravity of lower plane
pulls her down toward the ground,
and freedom of flight becomes
something best left to others.
Elizabeth Crawford 3/2/09
Soul's Music 