Old Poem revisited

Underneath The Hawk’s Scream

I stood underneath the hawk's scream
long enough to know I didn't understand
long enough to know I needed to go deeper

long enough to know that the crows crowding her,
distressing her, tearing at her with their indifference
were there for a reason as were the blue jays quietly listening.

How badly did she want her nest in that tree?
What would she endure to make sure her cries were respected?
Her creations were born?

I stood underneath the hawk's scream long enough to realize
she was not screaming from frustration
she was screaming to be heard

long enough to know she was teaching me how to persevere.
"Carry on!” she shrieked at me.
"You have a right. It came with birth."

MariJo Moore © from Confessions of a Madwoman

poem

A white owl

I have become

Mediumistic

Eyes circled in red
Hair snowy with splotches of
Dark earth

Flying through dusks
remembering their dawns
knowing this is not all there is


no Whoosh
no Swoosh
gliding, guided by innate remarks

lighting on the edge of a golden brown field
atop a hemlock tree
only to swoop

into the earth’s boundless dreaming







MariJo Moore
©