the alphabet of notes

i'm 50 now

and i sing in C

i used to sing in D

the line of song

travels through flats

and sharps and takes

decades to reach

the final horizon

a pine cross planted

on a distant

dirt mound

a hawk tracing

sky arcs above

i’ll know

i’ve reached

the sun drop

endpoint

when i arrive at

the start of

the alphabet

of notes

where i’ll

sing in A

from the other side

with a hawk’s
sun voice