I planted my poem “Contact Tracing” on one of our favorite hiking trails this week. Paper, no plastic involved, so maybe the wind will blow it away, or better yet, the fox will get it. This was in response to an invitation from New Mexico poet Miriam Sagan and Bill Waters of Poetry in Public Places to participate in a Poetry Pop-up Party.
The hawk rides the thermals
above the sandy trail
where a horned toad bakes in the spring sunshine
under the blooming yucca cactus
across the trail from the red globe mallow in bloom.
A bit farther down, paw prints from the fox.
When your boot crunches on the trail
between the yucca and the globe mallow
next to the fox prints,
you have touched the hawk,
so soar and play in the high breeze
on this bright blue April day.