Two hawks have hefted themselves
Surmount the selfsame thermal
With wings locked unmoving
To seek the scramming nourishment
Where commanding cumulus
Gray-bottomed and glowing white
Portend precipitation
And above streaky cirrus
How strange to see sharing sky
Clouds of warmth with clouds of ice
And higher contrail creases
Sky of pall and predator
Talking of technology
While woman extracts from trunk
Of car a vacuum cleaner
Pulls a great pack of supplies
To lay on the ground and looks
Upward under the routine
At the heavens charged with change