Circling like a hawk, searching for prey, wanting to find
by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
answers in interior depths of wisdom.
Talking to no one, staying quite alone and encouraging not
a soul to come and visit with me.
Preferring only to be on a deserted island, free from the
restrictions of other people, contented to be in depths
of my soul.
Lasting beauty emanating from within, giving all thoughts
a rinse off before using them in a poem.