Sunday, December 9, 2018

The eagle

After Psalm 61

I watched it circle
in front of the sun,
the heat searing.

I watched it flying
high, swooping low,
soaring and descending,
coming closer to my form
in the sand.

The sun was darkened
as it flew closer, so close
I could hear feathers
and wings pushing 
against the wind, so close
I smelled the scent
of heated feathers, so close
I was wrapped in shade,
the shelter of wings,
and I thought
the eagle had landed.

Photograph by Mathew Schwartz vis Unsplash. Used with permission.


diana said...

This one, I LOVE. Thanks, Glynn.

Glynn said...

Thanks, Diana!