Me

In the shadow of the hawk I walk

In designated places

meeting predetermined faces

Each one showing traces

Of some quality refined

But some of them unkind

In some unexpected way.

By the footprint of the snake I make

My way for endless hours

Through desert thorn and flowers

Skirting tantalizing towers

Seeming never to be climbed

Save as image in my mind

Always changing day to day.

Where the snails dance I chance

My questions to the Master

He says "Keep dancing faster

Your answers will come after

Living is your way to me

Tis your bonds that make you free

And your life the price you pay."

Hawk Watcher - Sha Peko Ouachita

© 1988