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