What we learned watching the hawk
Rest in the tree across the small lake
Was that it had a plan to stay and be unseen
We scurried about in that airbnb like worried people
Making dinner for ourselves and taking baths
We just wanted to know what it meant to be stuck somewhere
And not think about the plans we were missing
And anyways those days no one was counting
But now that it’s almost summer
We felt that worry in us make us move
Like a small act of hope
We went to galleries, we pretended again
We were out on the rooftop like animals
Making food of our shrunken proximity
No it wasn’t pretty but we knew what to do
We knew it would be closer to nature
To dance like this with our necks slack
And our clothes messied
They were all out there, every dressed angel
Those who were sacred remained so
Because holiness does not dissolve but burns in the nostrils
And fill the throat with blood
When told secondhand it sounds sordid
But it’s an act of romance, even dignity,
To say yes and go where you have to go without knowing why