Water laps at the shore of the lake.
Induced by the moon, or gravity or the
current of the river flowing through.
Light and dark shadows play out in a
never ending test of wills and sparkles
appear as the sun breaks through clouds.
As an eagle flies over I am reminded
of a freedom humans do not know.
To simply lift off the ground and fly away.
A slave to none but hunger, the eagle
searches. It’s purpose, to feed the master
and maybe the mouths of eaglets, waiting.
And these things happen with or without me.
For I and every human have set ourselves
apart, never truly connecting with nature.
Our lives are full of things we have made.
Weighting us down when we should be
lifting off the ground and flying away.