Sunday, July 13, 2008

The Hawk

A black hawk soars above the verdant earth
Scanning the plush ground for an easy kill
Without success it returns to its perch
On a weatherworn medieval castle wall
Which still clings to the side of a mountain
Indifferent to the hourly chimes of a bell tower
Peeling from the stately village church below
Tolling the immutable passing of time to all
Echoing from vast and powerful peaks
Which embrace this tiny isolated hamlet
Securing it snuggly against a great lake
Where life can evolve into a predictable future
As seasons recycle with little variance

Here man can safely move at a slow pace
And exist without a purpose
Except to live another day

Soon again the hawk resumes its search

(Cernobbio, Italy, July 2008)

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