After decades
collecting images of eagles,
I finally learn
my spirit guide
is a tree squirrel.
In all those dreams
I took long leaps, but was
never able to fly.
All those pathways through the air
were filled with wood,
the slow, melted glass
oozing of the trees.
I know the compromise,
never a bird,
but not quite earthbound.
.
No comments:
Post a Comment