As if drawn to
a waltz, the hawk
turns over the
sandy foreshore
seeking its prey.
I watch enchanted.
No, not enchanted.
Appreciative. Our
conversation ebbs
onto a quiet plateau,
like the calm space
lovers lightly posses
when confident
of their affections.
Yet, I know You
are the stronger,
the sovereign, the
seer of all hearts.
The worlds You formed
call out and
I cry
Holy!