Beyond the hush of morning's breath,
a single hawk traces the sky's wide vein,
its wings slicing the silence
like a thought unspoken too long.

The earth,a memory below,
shrinks into whispers of stone and stream,
while light grows sharp
against the bone of clouds.

Up here,the weight forgets me.
Names dissolve into wind.
I rise,not to escape,
but to remember what I am without gravity.