Angel Messenger
My friend who died of cancer in January
Believed in angels
And said her angels sent her messengers,
That the goldfinch tapping on the window glass
Brought word from her mother.
I am not sure about angels
But perhaps the red-tailed hawk
Who sits on the garden fence post
Carries a message from you
(You were so sure that the hawk knew you)
And when the hawk soars in circles in the sky
Perhaps he is surveying the house and the gardens and me
To take back a report to you
That I am here
and that all is well.