Christopher Hopkins. Poetry

NavigatorA hawk head of a sun.Neck line & forearms,wind hushed redfrom the grip of the unexpected heat. I watch youin this flipped world.Navigator.Stargazer of the flicker constellation,a flash gun sea.The many hands of light.You are auburn goldin the rub.Unpicked by scavengers,by questions, breathing like an ordinary day.Form of shadows & lightplay in the space by your side,between you & me,the space they should be,our other traveller.I watch you i...