I saw a falcon
\nperched across the way
\nin a sapling oak,
\nbarely reaching above a house.
\nIt was an open cage of winter branches.
\nIt is like a wolf
\nappearing in your garden,
\nthe paws of a panther
\nin the snow.
\nA wildness that smells of salt,
\nrare and solitary,
\nalive in a way nothing else can be.
\nDangerous and calm.<\/p>\n
I felt the chill of its talons,
\nits ownership of brambles and height.
\nThe canny vision of its intelligence.
\nHe has been in my neighborhood
\na year.
\nI am not used to his presence.
\nHe opens up a rift in my soul,
\nthe need for wildness
\nthat civilization tries to kill.
\nI want the falcon\u2019s ferocity.
\nThe semen of its blood.
\nThe singularity of its wings
\nabove the world.<\/p>\n
I could never imagine
\nthis falcon in a cage.
\nHis eyes crossed with bars.
\nHis body bound in a prison
\nof wood or steel.
\nHe passes over my world
\nlike a savage breath
\nrattling the door of my confinement,
\nbelonging to nothing.
\nA law, heart wise.
\nThe sound of a feudal cymbal
\ncracking the sky.
\nHow to explain a wild thing?
\nThat lives in the firmament
\ncleaving the heavens.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I saw a falcon perched across the way in a sapling oak, barely reaching above a house. It was an open cage of winter branches.…<\/p>\n