The Watchful Kite

You traced circles above me today,

your forked tail shifting with ease,

eyes sharp, watching.

You came just as my breath grew ragged,

soil clinging heavy to my hands.

I was sunk in the kind of work that forgets time,

each breath heavier than the last.

Were you drawn by my effort?

Or the stirrings beneath the surface?

As your shadow brushed over me like a passing thought,

I felt a silent reminder

to lift my head,

and look at the sky.