Earthbound

Where the hawk flies

I cannot follow

I am earthbound 

I am tethered 

to the boles of the trees, to the hard

side of the hills

with their green hidden

under the slough of the snow.

From the satellite heights

I feel your eyes 

pierce through the clouds

where the blade of the sun 

has struck an opening

to make room for its generous hands

that it may cup us 

in the embrace of its light.

I am going to lay 

down in the bed of the snow

and stare into the sky and imagine

the feeling of wings and the 

exaltation of the wind, maybe you will

tell me what it is like to dive

from the sky, maybe you will

tell me what it is like

to be untethered.