The Eagle Returned

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.

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