Falcon In The Projects On a sultry day in August heat When the blast furnace of humidity and sun Had sapped all life out of the citizens And the Project garbage stunk in plastic shrouds. On a day when you could not differentiate Yourself from the hellish weather Suddenly, a perfect falcon, dappled brown Appeared like magic on our fence, A pigeon, snatched in air, dangling From his so sharpened talons. I stand still, Amazed at this creature from a different place. He is wilderness incarnate and I drink him in, With awe struck eyes. Then a little girl Brushed past the lobby door. I pointed him out. She had never seen a thing like this before And her first wish was to scream and clap. But I hushed her with a finger to my lips And she understood. The least move now And the blessing vanishes. Creation had made its masterpiece, Far surpassing the meaningless works of Man And I contemplated the beauty Brought so stealthy on those mighty wings. Inside I had a crazy urge to pray, Until the wondrous bird, with imperious glance Just took to air and carried sight away. Carl Estrin
,,as if by houdini's hand - a falcon!