I’m watching a hawk
Air fishing
For his dinner
He hovers high above
Wings beating frantically to keep him in position
There’s a blustery head wind
Still he remains
Wings chopping like rotor blades
Up and down
The movement will not abate
Cannot
Or he fails
Such extreme energy
Drained
Just to catch his next meal
Am I that patient?
Would I be able to hover in place
wait
Despite the wind
Keep my mind in place
Fixated
In this time and space
Trust
Have faith
That what I seek is near
And will indeed appear
Difficult to know
And even harder to see
Still we follow our paths
Blind
But for the next ten feet
All we need
Is just the next ten feet