Floating in the powdery light of a pine forest
I saw eagles unable to enter my world.
But they were there.
Always waiting for me and you.
Where they swooped or stretched to cruise in flow and suspension, we pushed and pumped, and flexed and exerted ourselves.
We will study them
It is so easy to see their movements but harder to see into their souls, their engines of existence and fancifully…their play.
We drive back on swooping roads feeling surreptitiously possessing of wings.