Poetry by Theresa Wyatt
My sister sends me
Charley Harper stickers
for my birthday
and a card
of his painting
Hawk Mountain.
At once the dominant
dark brown owl atop a pole,
staring straight at me, fixates
my gaze dead center – and I reason
the artist knows I’ll shift my glance
to track the blue sky and visually fly
east to west, then north & south
through this calm sanctuary
of whimsical hawks in profile – sporting
tuxedo style, well-dressed wing spans
in black, brown & white stripes
of impeccable spacing,
oh, these striking creatures –
immortalized now in soy-based ink
& magical realism – descendants of raptors,
millennia in the making.
Theresa Wyatt is the author of “The Beautiful Transport” (Moonstone Press) and “Hurled Into Gettysburg” (BlazeVox Books). Her writing follows the tug of history, nature, and art. Her poems have appeared in the Elm Leaves Journal, Norton’s New Micro, Spillway, and the Press 53 anthology, “What Dwells Between the Lines.”
