I am a mountain creek
my nimble flowing self, day after day
undulates like a cool liquid ribbon
I tumble along, gurgling over silent rocks
once on my way for one moment
I felt I was only the tip of a ripple
carrying a hawk’s feather
in my trout-like mouth

felt like a gift
from cloudless sky
and in that special moment
when I was
I held hawk’s journey
believed I could fly
that I owned his soaring ingredients
to lift from frigid gushing
with uplifted beak, a glistening eye

My joy was overflowing
I felt his
his sharp claws
dipping into my liquid self
lifting a fish so majestically up

Now still I am winding and bending and rushing
there is no escaping this watery fate
nor would I wish to escape because
I am nearing a majestic hanging oak
ahead I may weave through a cluster of fragrant reeds
rock a congregation of fidgety minnows in my arms
all gifts if I just remember to stay

now I am here but
later, who knows, I may be
a hawk staring down at mountain creek
like the one that dropped its feather
like the one that dipped into my watery soul
like the one that bid me stay

Marianne Lyon has been a music teacher for 39 years. After teaching in Hong Kong she returned to the Napa Valley and has been published in various literary magazines and reviews. Nominated for the Pushcart Prize 2016. She is a member of the California Writers Club, Healdsburg Literary Guild. She is an Adjunct Professor at Touro University Vallejo California.