What Circles Above? a poem by S Francis

What circles above
Like a hunter seeking prey?
The tower I abide
Old, damp and dark
Like a bog in my heart
I must break the suction
And climb

To reach out to the hunter
Hunting me.

Falcon, storm or song?
Fate knows less than I
So eyes closed and
Into its arms and seek
Flight. Force the rot away
That eats at my heart

To sing out to the hunter
Beginning me.

Written after reading ‘I live my life in widening circles’ by Rilke from Book of Hours as translated by Edward Snow and published by North Point Press in New York, 2009

(C) Stephen Fuller, 2019

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