The Falcon’s Path

high above me
on the air currents
                 the falcon glides
                 swinging slowly out
in a widening circle
across the valley

occasionally a pinion feather
moves slightly
maintaining height
keeping sight steady
while the great arc continues
through the cerulean sky

the eye of the falcon
holds attention
scans calmly
slides across fields
fences   streams
ferns   cliffs
rocky mountainsides

thought silenced

the observing mind registering all

wise emptiness