Louise Gluck



                  Hawk's Shadow


Embracing in the road
for some reason I no longer remember
and then drawing apart, seeing
a shape ahead–how close was it?
We looked up to where the hawk
hovered with its kill; I watched them
veering toward West Hill, casting
their one shadow in the dirt, the all-inclusive
shape of the predator–
Then they disappeared. And I thought,
one shadow. Like the one we made,
you holding me.


Louise Gluck, Poems 1962-2012, Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2013.