Pandemic Earth Day #2. Poem plant on the trail. The ceremony was attended by a hawk who circled around us as we headed down the trail. It looked like he went back to read it again. I can’t be certain, but I think it is the same hawk who appears in the first line of the poem.
Hawks, rocks, sky.
Let’s not re-enter so hard and fast we forget them.
Let’s keep the secrets of
horned toads near the path
paw prints in the snow
lizards climbing rocks
geese returning to the field.
Moons will rise, suns will set, winds will blow.
We will remember,
even if we’re not here to greet them.