These words—they have been
Whistling like birds in me
And around me and through me
Ever since that month, that week,
That day, that morning, that moment
When I saw a windhover hover against
An open sky above an open field
And time past and time present
Fell together and gave birth
To a fledging hope that
I could take that moment
And give it time future--
A new life between the pages of a book.
This is a prayer to give wings to my hope.