By On the Occasion of Getting the Results of a Biopsy
a poem by Jene’ Jackson
I lifted my eyes to the sky
after hearing “all clear”
at a dreaded follow up
To see two hawks
circling
between contrail X’s hallways the high ways.
The hawks circled each other
together but not but together.
My love and I will be this
in flight, dancing
riding the wind
circling in circling away, then in,
free but together but free.
– 10 June 2019
