Cloudboy Sees the Sky Break
The morning sky breaks with flight.
A plane appears. Banking,
a hawk hovers over pohutukawa
and kauri, fuscous like wood
or sand at twilight. Bleak
crescent moon, hawk turns, falls.
Sparrows and fantails disperse like rain.
Later, two hawks sky-dance.
The sight of them courting air
is such rare pleasure, Cloudboy sways.