The eagle on a white morning

The morning brought a sea
of white flowers.
I am not of the sea; my language
is of the air and of the earth-
which makes my love affair with trees
make perfect sense.
Trees teach me to bend and move
where wind chooses me to be,
and I submit wholly to their wisdom.

I spoke aloud on my way to town
this morning, voicing my fears
and secret hopes. The white flowers
felt like encouragement.
I don’t understand the path I am on
or where it will take me
but when I got near the bridge,
a large eagle flew across the road,
close enough for me to see talons and eyes.
I felt something in my belly and in my spirit
leap as if to join him as he flew
into the white flowering trees.

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