Have you seen the hawks who circle the Stop & Shop parking lot? They're really wonderful. There seems to be a whole family of them and I find myself sitting in my car watching them while the ice cream I just bought turns to soup in the back seat. They are truly hypnotic...

If I could describe how you look, up there in the sky,
If I could draw a picture of you with words, tell the story of you,
Sailing on currents, your bodies motionless in the air,
Rising and falling like bits of charred paper on the wind,
If I could make clear the fun I know you're having,
The joy you're feeling, just being free,
Or the joy you give me, watching you,
If I could say these things and make another understand,
Then maybe I could call myself
A Poet.


Provincetown, May, 2015