<html><head><meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html charset=us-ascii"></head><body style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; -webkit-line-break: after-white-space;" class=""><div style="text-align: left; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: normal;" class="">Hawks<o:p class=""></o:p></div><div style="text-align: left; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: normal;" class=""> <o:p class=""></o:p></div><div style="text-align: center; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: normal;" class=""><div style="text-align: left;" class="">Surely, you too have longed for this -- </div><div style="text-align: left;" class="">to pour yourself out</div><div style="text-align: left;" class="">on the rising circles of the air </div><div style="text-align: left;" class="">to ride, unthinking, </div><div style="text-align: left;" class="">on the flesh of emptiness.</div><o:p class=""></o:p></div><div style="text-align: left; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: normal;" class=""> <o:p class=""></o:p></div><div style="text-align: center; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: normal;" class=""><div style="text-align: left;" class="">Can you claim, in your civilized life, </div><div style="text-align: left;" class="">that you have never leaned toward </div><div style="text-align: left;" class="">the headlong dive, the snap of bones,</div><div style="text-align: left;" class="">the chance to be so terrible, </div><div style="text-align: left;" class="">so free from evil, beyond choice?</div><o:p class=""></o:p></div><div style="text-align: left; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: normal;" class=""> <o:p class=""></o:p></div><div style="text-align: center; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: normal;" class=""><div style="text-align: left;" class="">The air that they are riding </div><div style="text-align: left;" class="">is the same breath as your own. </div><div style="text-align: left;" class="">How could you not remember? </div><div style="text-align: left;" class="">That same swift stillness binds </div><div style="text-align: left;" class="">your cells in balance, rushes </div><div style="text-align: left;" class="">through the pulsing circles of your blood.</div><o:p class=""></o:p></div><div style="text-align: left; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: normal;" class=""> <o:p class=""></o:p></div><div style="text-align: center; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: normal;" class=""><div style="text-align: left;" class="">Each breath proclaims it -- </div><div style="text-align: left;" class="">the flash of feathers, the chance to rest </div><div style="text-align: left;" class="">on such a muscled quietness, </div><div style="text-align: left;" class="">to be in that fierce presence, </div><div style="text-align: left;" class="">wholly wind, wholly wild.</div><o:p class=""></o:p></div><div style="text-align: left; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: normal;" class=""> <o:p class=""></o:p></div><div style="text-align: left; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: normal;" class=""><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> - Lynn Ungar <o:p class=""></o:p></div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" class=""><o:p class=""> </o:p></div></body></html>