connecting*the*dots

as i passed by her spirit
i made it to the other side
the rocks told my soul to rest
when i sat down
leaning against the ancient formation
a hawk glided by
wings spread wide
floating on the breeze brought by the rotation of the earth
there was no longer a "she" with me
i had laid her image to rest
and lept onto the back of the hawk
determined to see into the distance
into the future
to recognize the path laid before me
one that can handle the obsticles of my desires
and the pitfalls of my best laid plans

riding on the back of the hawk
i can see myself below
moving on
she is no longer with me
and i’m alright with that
like a cut on your hand
we heal in time
as have i
it’s a pretty amazing process
this coagulation of the heart

looking up i watch the hawk cut through the air
circling it’s prey far below
preparing to move in for the kill