BERNARDSTON UNITARIAN CHURCH
Thank you Nick Fleck for a wonderful reading of your poetry for our Arts and Activism Program. Two selections below are printed with Nick's kind permission from, The Sparrow Hawk a Chapbook of Poems from Franklin County , Richard C. Fleck, Jr.
swashes snow through storm
March grows grey-doom
to form villages
enwrapped in smoke and gloom.
tap myself searching for the sweet essence rising
in thaw-warmed days
following the influence of rime-coated
winter's dark might.
The Sparrow Hawk
He is a watcher of our ways;
not of our interstellar routes
but of our current maze.
Superior to our swirlings;
He is an observer of our days
our comings, and our goings.
He finds a perch whereon he reigns
and if he alights on neither crag
nor post, the falcon hovers on wings,
in an incessant zigzag,
motionless in air, where he surveys
the grassy shoulders in summer haze.
When I hold my palm against the sun-rays,
to shade my vision, I see him
suspended, silhouetted. I succumb
to summer heat and have a whim
that he observes me whirl
on singing tires just as he notes
the locust singing a welcome
to the noon-time heat. He furls
his wings and plunges:
my loneliness reappears,
rises with the grasshopper
or the vole spiked on his spears.
He rests upon a cable; a knight.
And I; I rush on beneath his sight.