RED-TAIL HAWK IN DECEMBER

The red tail hawk circling
found me...
lonely, both of us, on the hill
above the sea.

His slow circling was sign
enough
we knew the other was there
in space and time.

He knew what he wanted,
needed.
I had come with nothing to do
but watch the sea.

I stood stone still watching his circles
tighten,
and then he signaled with a shallow dive
and flew away.