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