the world has turned and left me here

frisbee hawk

A field of green but yellow on the edges. Late afternoon. A small sliver of moon in a blue sky. A hawk is off in the distance swinging back and forth above the yellow edges, way up, then stopping midair to hover motionless like a giant hummingbird. Suddenly it dives.

I found that my frisbee could reproduce this. If I threw it high into a prevailing wind it would come to a standstill, hovering because of its spin but unable to make any headway. Eventually it would tilt and dive in some unexpected direction.

For a while I tried to throw it to the moon but my backhand isn't good enough yet. Then, nonsense getting the better of me, I tried doing handstands in the long grass. A little forward momentum helps you get your feet in the air so I was running before the plant. Called it quits, laughing, when my body swung full circle once and hit the ground with a thud.