Night Hawk

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

How can I
tell you
what it feels like
to fall
from a cliff,
to fall
and still
be alive
to feel
the night air
on my face?

How can I
tell you
what it feels like
to fall from a cliff?

It’s like the sound
the night hawk
makes.

7 Comments

Filed under Ethel Mortenson Davis, Poetry

7 responses to “Night Hawk

  1. Yes it is I have done so in my dreams. I love this poem.

  2. Caddo Veil

    Wow–wonderful, Ethel.

  3. Beautiful and delicate in its simplicity!

  4. Thanks for these replies. Ethel

  5. Lofty thought in high C ♪♪♪

  6. You capture your own style so perfectly here, Ethel. This could only be you. 🙂

  7. Julie Catherine

    Ethel, this is euphoric ….. magnificent. I love it. 🙂

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