ascension

 


ascension

 

he lifted up his hands and blessed them. 

While he was blessing them, he left them

and was taken up

into heaven.

 

                        Luke 24: 50-51

 

can you see it, the hawk drawing

            air up to her breast

            bone, the almost

  

umbrella of her

            wings, how they open so

            like her shape, see it? like a heart,        

            how the tips of her

            primary feathers meet to make

            it so, & almost

            closing to hold the speed to control

            her ascent

            in the hourglass of her anatomy,

                        tibia to iris

            only to simply,

            like all flight,

            and for love (let it) be changed

            irrevocably because they have loved

            and let it go –

 

           

           

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