Jeremy Lockhart Nelson: ‘Hawk’ and ‘Rice’
Hawk
On a lemon-leaf day of spring
leaf-tender and strong you hung
poised on your hawk’s black wings
under the mango flesh of the sun.
You called my children away
Into blue depths of the sky.
Oh bring back my joy one day
before I grow bitter and die.
On a lemon-leaf day of spring
so tender and strong you hung
high on your hawk’s black wings
beneath the mango flesh of the sun.
Jeremy Lockhart Nelson
Rice
Ancestral ground
and rain gestate
green blades of it.
Un-husked,
this grain has heaped
its ancient gift
on haloed floors.
Mountains
of it
have formed cities,
raised kingdoms.
Song
and the thought
of sunyata
has sprung from it.
Incipient zero
rose from a mind
that ate of it.
Its lack
has withered
the human heart.
Jeremy Lockhart Nelson
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