MAJESTIC

A few mornings ago when Zoom and I were driving back upmountain in the van, we watched a hawk close-up as it rode the air in place just off to the left in front of us, the wind sliding fast and muscular up the mountain, the hawk just hanging there close above the road as the air clear-silvered its massive way on up and over, hawk easily riding those streaming majestic smooth-rippled torrents, those wings a magnificent embodiment of all that answers to the wind, taut airstream body suspended from tawny featherfingered wings widespread - suddenly out of those sleek feathers came a long golden talon that reached up and scratched real good behind the ear where it must have itched like crazy it don't matter where you are or what you're doin when you get an itch, hawk was just literally hangin out after all, figuratively speakin, leanin on the lamppost of the air, just wingin it, air doin most of the work, hawk in fact nothin much to do otherwise but what's natural, nothin majestic about an itchy ear, we cracked up Zoom and I...