I Am Hawk

I am Hawk who rides a thermal
windlifted under sun
(which I think must be eternal)
I fly! I’m on my breakfast ride
I am beauty, but infernal
to what in open fields may run

I am soaring on the wind
I am searching like a drone
I am laser-eyed
I hunger

You watch me glide through sky alone
You watch me slide and circle
You watch me take a sudden dive
You see me pull in wings to hurtle
like a spear to kill— but just
to keep myself alive

In that I am not like a human
who also kills for bucks
and pride

Jim Culleny
4/17/22