The top of the hill is a stage
for the great balancing act
against the big screen of heaven
the transit of monarchs against towering vapor
the glide of hawks through evaporated seas
the life and the death in the fields
the seeds the wreckage the burrowing voles
the day and the dark and the light and the night
Unsettles the migrating birds as they flock
we feel it too the old urge to move
we feel it too but we stay
loving too much the world that we have
loving the chance to be in it
expecting the best as an act of will
expecting the best and finding it here
finding it here where we are.
