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Someday I Will Visit Hawk Mountain

Written by M. Soledad Caballero

I will be a real birder and know raptors
by the shape of their wings, the span of them
against wide skies, the browns and grays
of their feathers, the reds and whites like specks
of paint. I will look directly into the sun, point and say,
those are black vultures, those are red-shouldered
hawks. They fly with the thermals, updrafts, barely
moving, glide their bodies along the currents, borrowing
speed from the wind. I will know other raptors,
sharp-shinned hawk, the Cooper’s hawk, the ones
that flap their wings and move their bodies during the day.
The merlins, the peregrine falcons, soaring like bullets
through blue steel, cutting the winds looking for rabbits,
groundhogs that will not live past talons and claws.
I will know the size of their bones, the weight
of their beaks. I will remember the curves, the colors
of their oval, yellow eyes. I will have the measurements,
the data that live inside their bodies like a secret
taunting me to find its guts. Or this is what I tell myself.
But, I am a bad birder. I care little about the exact rate
of a northern goshawk’s flight speed. I do not need
to know how many pounds of food an American kestrel
eats in winter. I have no interest in the feather types
on a turkey vulture. I have looked up and forgotten
these facts again and again and again. They float
out of my mind immediately. What I remember:
my breathless body as I look into the wildness above,
raptors flying, diving, stooping, bodies of light, talismans,
incantations, dust of the gods. Creatures of myth,
they hang in the sky like questions. They promise
nothing, indifferent to everything but death.
Still, still, I catch myself gasping, neck craned up,
follow the circles they build out of sky, reach
for their brutal mystery, the alien spark of more.

Read by Pádraig Ó Tuama (see the Link here to listen - https://onbeing.org/poetry/someday-i-will-visit-hawk-mountain/)

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This piece was woven by me, here at my home-studio in Truth or Consequences, New Mexico on a warp of organic cotton-linen and a weft of naturally dyed raw silk.  Within this piece is a naturally dyed rainbow

Technicalities - It is 4.9m in length with hand-twined fringe on each end.  

The price for this piece is 2404 I am happy to work out a payment plan if needed.  Shipping will be calculated based on your location, I accept paypal, Venmo or other analog forms of exchange.

This sale may be subject to taxes upon arrival in an international country. Buyer will be responsible for any additional fees.

As always, this piece is meticulously hand crafted from start to finish by me, Jeannie Ortiz. Because of its handmade nature, and the naturally slubby nature of raw silk, there may be some minor variations in the fabric.

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