The time has come…
mamma eagle,
stands mid
air, wings
flapping, eyes
fixating but
coaxing, pleading
her eagle-
to-be
to step
beyond the
familiar nest:
to trust
her, to
surrender to
the air.
Moments pass…
the eaglet
gets the
message and
steps forward,
trembling, on
to the
bristled edge,
lays it
self on
top the
wind—wings
stretched long
and wide—
and discovers
its strength
to fly.
