with what it sees –
by Roger Desy
rebuffed and buffeting – rising over the circles of its veering
– its talons tucked into an underbelly’s agitation rippling
in the turbulence – the knitted barbs blown to a feathering
lift in the slip of updrafts to the ring of ice on a blinding sun
where a finesse of wings within the whims of the prevailing winds
soars over random symmetries of undulating fields – and ash
of an aloof stray shadow in the glare gathering terrain to a temerity
of retina – pierces a frayed-strained skrrie to stir the surface
till the inevitable chance tangent erratic other shadows
blurring the white of white on white divert its gaze from hint
and sign to a fixation one at one with what it is it sees it sees
– tenacity in its acuity tweaking the flurries at the edge of squalls
into the heart of the squall itself – plummeting sieves of wisps
unseen a shining faceting the wind-sheared frigid-heated air stoops
to the ecstatic target of a snowbound prey pinned to a stain on snow