The eagle returned.
It circled at the top of the cliff,
Eyeing me, wings spread full and wide
Circling closer
It watches my face as I watch it,
Beckoning it closer still
Please! Come closer I silently ask
It wants me to fly
I see the branch upon which I sat
The one I held once,
waiting
That one – there – over to the right
And near the top, see? Where I clung just before
We let go and didn’t fall, but sailed.
Through the air it comes toward me again and I remember
Riding on the eagle’s back into the abyss and back out again
It reminds me of the time I flew alone, fearless,
As only an eagle can
Following the river to its opening.
Andrea du Jour 
Aras SARIOGLU said,
February 21, 2011 at 9:32 am
I loved it. Did you write this? ;D
Andrea Twombly said,
February 21, 2011 at 9:56 am
I did, Aras. Thank you.
Aras SARIOGLU said,
February 21, 2011 at 10:11 am
Wow! That was really pretty… will be looking for more ;)))
Have a wonderful day.
Andrea Twombly said,
February 21, 2011 at 10:54 am
Ha! Yeah, me too. Hope you do as well.