Talking with an Eagle
I was on the top of the mountain,
enjoying the air, and the view,
houses the size of ants,
and with problems so small.
I saw him coming, from the right
out of the corner of my eye,
then in front of me, soaring, looking at me
wearily, he said: “Not another tourist!”
I got angry, and shook my fist at him,
I said, “I heard that!”
He continued soaring to my left,
and screeched some unintelligible words.
Flying behind me,
to the other side of the mountain.
I sat down on a rock, undaunted,
until he came around again,
Screeching,
he said: “Go back!”
“Go back to your nice warm house”
It was snowing then,
soaring towards the left he added,
“and to your people!”
I yelled back, “I can live here too!”
I knew it was dumb, as soon as I said it.
Then he was gone – around, behind me,
to the other side of the mountain.
I sat back, against a rock, perplexed,
flakes on my nose, and parka.
He came around again from the right,
This time he landed silently on a tree limb,
brown with white, and looked at me.
I stood up and crossed my arms. And waited,
my hat becoming white.
He presented his argument,
he brought up some good points.
I just stood there and then – I let go,
“Alright”, I said, not really meaning it.
I started back down the trail, stomping,
back to this messed up world,
and back to my people,
thousands of feet,
thousands of steps,
thousands of problems,
grumping the whole time,
slipping on a white rock.
When I got to the base of the mountain,
I looked up and there he was, soaring, and gloating,
as if to say, “I can fly and you cannot”.
I made my way back to the car,
anger melting the snow,
and started the engine. Heater on.
I realized in my heart though
he was right.
So I put the car in drive
and headed back to this messed up world,
and back to my people.
The snow was coming down heavy then.
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