Rapt

Rapt


She draws a treble clef
Into the frost, blows
Her breath against it and
Swipes it with her sleeve.

A red-tailed hawk arrests
Her thought. She watches
As it glides; it rides
The drafts and currents.

“Come away, come away.”
The song is transfixing;
It hums in her forever.

Yet practiced fingers
Surely check to see
That she’s well-buttoned.