Hawk sat there in the small tree
squawking at me, low and near
Calling to my senses awakening
“This way, come this way,”he said
with his actions and his stance
Leaving perch with flutter and squawk
he led me to my inner knowing
As he headed east in guiding bursts
blazed the path to heart’s destination
in the wilderness, the middle of nowhere
Through desolation and unknown feelings
to a place where light and belonging merged