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.