audio: Homing
audio of Mebane Robertson's poem, Homing

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You focus your eyes upon the beams,
Mark with Cancer’s crab the horse,
Mend your ripped coat—at the seams—
Elijha took by force.

Your heart is the falcon’s heart
As you circle and circle round again.
A bird of prey must play its part
Dropping down through the wind.

Your grace is wedding death to charm.
On the thick glove, you balance
Feathers ruffling the back of the arm
On the razor points of your talons.

In you, nature comes sprawling down
To carry a thing off, ears ringing
Suddenly borne to the air, the ground
A memory cut short in singing.