I would be empty

Without curiosity

But for the unkown

Red-tailed hawk hovers

Suspended in the warm wind

Suddenly it swoops

She’s a prime number

Whole and indivisible

Except by herself

An early morning walk

Piquant air and birds in song

Savor a new day

He sits with hand out

Supplicant with downward eyes

Believing in alms

In my garden pail

A patient mother attends

Ten dappled quail eggs

Kneel at one altar

The grace of earth’s abundance

Honor her today

She was a wildfire

A violent howl of heat

I furnished her fuel