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Original poem written for Revision Library.
1 Every morning at the same grey hour
2 a kestrel hangs above the bypass, still,
3 while lorries hammer south beneath her wings
4 and headlights climb and drop against the hill.
5 She does not flinch at diesel or at horn,
6 at amber cones that mark the roadworks out,
7 but holds her place against the shifting wind
8 the way a held breath holds a sudden shout.
9 Her wings are two fixed commas in the sky,
10 pausing the sentence of the traffic's roar,
11 and though the cars beneath her never slow,
12 for thirty seconds, nothing moves before
13 she drops. A single, silent, downward stroke,
14 no wingbeat wasted, nothing left to spare,
15 and something small and hidden in the verge
16 is gone before it knows that she was there.
17 I used to think that stillness was the opposite
18 of speed, that calm and rushing could not meet,
19 that you were either hurtling down the bypass
20 or standing somewhere quiet, still, complete.
21 But the kestrel taught me otherwise: that stillness
22 is just another shape that speed can take,
23 a coiled and patient readiness to fall,
24 the stored-up motion of a poised, held brake.
25 Now, stuck in traffic, engine idling rough,
26 I watch her through the windscreen's greasy smear
27 and find her hanging there above it all,
28 more calm, more certain than my morning fear.
29 The lorries pass. The roadworks shuffle on.
30 The kestrel waits, and waits, and then is gone.