Watching from afar

I wondered what the eagle perched on the dead tree could see that I could not. Never moving, only turning her head slowly to the left and right.

She has come every day this week, and sometimes you can see her circling the lake searching. Then, a swoosh diving into the water, soaring up with a small fish in her fierce talons.

With strength and tenacity, she holds fast to her woody throne. Could I do the same faced with uncertainty? What courage lies within me to glide above the questions? With resilience, I stand secure that I remain vulnerable and speak my truth.

Like two eagles soar as one upon the river of the wind with the promise of forever,
we will take the past and learn how to begin.
—Pocahontas

The Eagle

She sits on the
branch of the dead
tree in the lake,
waiting, waiting.
Majestically
she watches—sees
what we cannot.

She doesn’t ask
permission from
the sky to swoop.
Her wings open
and off she goes
no permission.
She takes off free
flying, flying
where we can’t go.

I want to be
like that eagle
knowing, seeing
what’s in my soul.
Soaring so free
never waiting—
strong, being me.

And always—

Be kind. Be brave. Be you.