Up in the air

A red hawk called, and circled in the sky
above my route, as I went jogging by.
I stopped and spoke to her. She screeched again,
then perched with grace upon a leafless limb.
Instead of anywhere, you’re here, I said.
She rustled feathers, showing off her red.
Whatever you’re meant to help me learn today,
I’ll try to learn it – thanks. The interplay
of hawk and human spirits – just us two –
was good, a moment’s gift. And what ensues
from such communion? That’s yet up in the air
(to use a phrase). But it helps me to prepare.
I’ll see what comes, and think of my red hawk,
and keep in mind our unexpected talk.

Photo at top: Red Hawk. Wikimedia Commons photo.