Wish Hawk (Poetry)

He flies — a distant speck up in the blue
a begging message trailing from his beak
his nature’s navigation straight and true
towards some tender heart the hopeless seek

The last resort for those with nought to lose
their frantic prayer to any god who might
chance to read the SOS and choose
to answer — breathe relief however slight

A feather falls — it dances in the light
the gentle movement soothes and charms the eye
it speaks of life — a single word of white
informs the spirit desperate not to die

This bird of legend nests upon the moon
he heeds those voices — every uttered plea
where wishes gather — float each pale balloon
across the heaven’s cool immensity

I heard him cry last night — he held a pen
I wrote one dream upon a scrap of sky
he links the worlds of angels and of men
and who can know how far that is to fly