Considering a hawk i saw on the way to the airport yesterday in San Fran:

that golden gate park hawk flew over my car when it chose to, i suppose.

Me, halfway out of the city on 19th Avenue, internally noting many friends along the way, each block, over years, rolling along the ocean’s folds, stress-lessly to behold her again. freed, in gaze, by her  bold certainty of flight, her clear sense of direction of knowing herself fully, unquestioningly….

sheer in her descent, and sun flecked in her rising…assurance of when to

hit which waves of light when…

i, at least, saw her through the car window.

And in eucalyptus’ scent that seemed like a crimson green crisped colored blanket leading to the east, warming even my car, she was

enough of a gift for a proper sunday morning in san francisco. Instantaneously,

the synagogues and various other services were being held in the open air like us

 being formed like this hawk or the earth before cities and now through them…the Pope was talking to the Lutherans in Swedish on the radio, judgement was starting to begin with the house of God; but for me today, there was 2.3 ounces of hope in her powdery red hawk breast alone. here,

with everyone slowly lounging on, towards breakfast

in that healthy receptive gaze of being that marks this city

when it chooses to look outwards and serve, and truly be itself, freely offering its jewels, birds and songs for free, in kindness, not hoarding the sonic scenic banquet of her solar blessings,

or losing herself in the insularity of glory, the naked surfer lost in himself at dawn,

who knows but won’t share the wave, but, rather, sharing how to ride the recently occurring waves gladly, like the Pope, did ok, today on the radio or through whatever media or mediums the treasures of life fly…which, we kids passing through take note of…

Just before i saw that hawk, i was considering how fast and efficiently, the golden gate park dogs caught frisbees

(not how happy they looked, or are, but how alive, how readied, poised, positioned, modularly potentially adaptable to The Light things are here-water, wind, wave-the three characteristics of The Holy Spirit- even this park is meant to reflect back that fact!)

how in “sweet shape” the earth still was or is, despite us…

some days are clearly outside of us.

Regardless, that red tailed hawk

caught my eye and heart today on the way

to the airport.

It’s the little things which set us off and upwards to consider…