Hawk and Shadow
Hawk and Shadow - Kathleen Jamie
Hawk and Shadow
I watched a hawk
glide low across the hill,
her own dark shape
in her talons like a kill.
She tilted her wings,
fell into the air –
the shadow coursed on
without her, like a hare.
Being out of sorts
with my so-called soul,
part unhooked hawk.
part shadow on parole,
I played fast and loose:
keeping one in sight
while forsaking the other.
The hawk gained height:
her mate on the ground
began to fade,
till hill and sky were empty,
and I was afraid.
from The Overhaul (Picador, 20012), © Kathleen Jamie 20012, used by permission of the author and Macmillan Publishers.