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Encounter
by
Mark Thalman
Emerging from mist, two field hawks
make a slow circular descent
as though sliding down
a spiral staircase.
Instead of riding thermals or hunting mice,
they glide lower than tree tops,
calling to each other,
sinking steadily to eye level.
Wheeling about me, they move gracefully
on opposite sides of the circle.
As in a trance, my golden retriever
is riveted to their orbits and neglects to bark.
Revolving around us, the red-tails
gradually begin to circle higher,
ascending like souls,
until they vanish into fog.
The strength of their wings sweeping the air is gone,
but burns clear in my memory.
The glint of sky reflecting in their eyes.
The light sifting from heaven.
This poem first appeared in Many Mountains Moving.
Used here with the author’s permission.
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Mark Thalman has been widely published for five decades and is the author of three poetry collections: Stronger Than the Current, The Peasant Dance, and Catching the Limit. Retired after teaching English in public schools for 35 years, he is also an artist who enjoys painting wildlife and seascapes with acrylics. Mark lives in Forest Grove, Oregon; learn more about him at www.markthalman.com.
  
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Jane Shlensky:
I love it, Mark. For a couple of months now, a juvenal redtail hawk has taken up residence in my yard, learning to hunt and soar. Every time I see him and mark his progress, I feel joy and blessing, just as your poem so beautifully suggests. Nice work. Jane
Posted 08/12/2011 06:18 PM
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ghctenmile@earthlink.net:
Congratulations, Mark. This is really fine. I especially like the line "ascending like souls." I am a watcher of red tail hawks, too, and you have certainly captured them here in your poem. Grace Chappell
Posted 08/12/2011 01:55 PM
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transitions:
I could see it, feel it, I loved it ~ Judy
Posted 08/12/2011 01:05 PM
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Linda Lee (Konichek):
Perfect,Mark; I have this show at the farm every evening just outside our back door, and our dogs often share it in similar manner. Love the movement of your images. Thank you.
Posted 08/12/2011 10:52 AM
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Jo:
Mark,
I am a dedicated follower of your poems. I highly recommend your book. The reader will ascend like those hawks.
Mary Jo
Posted 08/12/2011 10:24 AM
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Carol Hauer:
"ascending like souls" "as though sliding down a spiral staircase"... What wonderful comparisons. I loved those images. Thank you. I will think of this poem whenever I see hawks in flight.
Posted 08/12/2011 09:56 AM
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Glen Sorestad:
Beautifully done, Mark. Another gem inspired by our endless fascination with birds and flight.
Posted 08/12/2011 09:22 AM
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Ginny C.:
very beautiful poem--thanks for sharing it here
Posted 08/12/2011 09:16 AM
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