Eagle-Eyed
©December 3rd, 2018
By Vijaya Sundaram
The eagle emerges into the world of flight
The eagle emerges, and rises, and soars
Across waters rushing through valleys,
Where mountains of obsidian
Loom watchfully, and skies drink
From blue rivers.
Will the eagle remember being caged,
Will she linger on her time of illness and healing,
Will she stand on a rock high above,
Pensive and still, and full of regret,
Musing on what might have been
While the river rushes past, far below?
The eagle wheels on her air-currents
She watches, and waits, and dives, and
Lives in the time she has left.
She swoops down and catches salmon,
And delights in her catch,
Rich with river’s-blood, rich with sunlight.
I follow her with my gaze,
Inside my safe home, my box of choice,
And wonder what might have been
Had I left all behind, and wandered,
Even as I drink with delight and love
From that which simply is.
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