Thursday, June 30, 2016
Efi Hatzimanolis #135 for all the PoExits (with thanks)
Water and air
air and water,
uncovered in me
I saw an eagle pursue its prey,
a spotted neck turtle dove, straight
into my elderly cat’s mouth.
I tell you this, to keep you here.
I write this, because I cannot leave.
The pigeon is not me.
Neither the eagle nor the cat
could arrest that moment of truth
into the beauty I crave,
a deeper hunger than I thought possible.
Onto my shoulder,
I lift my cat, with the pigeon
clamped in her jaws.
The eagle never takes its eyes off its prey.
It sits immobile,
until we enter the house.
I wish to offer you, the eagle, the cat, the pigeon,
here, in this space.