Photo: (c) The Wildlife Center of Virginia
Can we be here without a purpose?
I don’t think we can. Earth is too
wise to waste herself on us.
A wound can come and set us
upon a path; the big ones do.
Stepping stone: Learn humility from scars.
Stepping stone: Apprentice to imperfection.
Stepping stone: Claim the beauty of your soul.
Yes, I do believe in traveling this way.
Once I met a high-spirited eagle with
a crooked yellow beak who had been
grounded for life
by the infectious bite of a tiny mosquito.
You’d think that humiliating
for such a bird,
this bird tossed a stone in front of me,
arched his head back
and screamed into the heavens,
And, I knew, absolutely knew,
in that moment
© 2013-2015/Jamie K. Reaser
Published in "Wild Life: New and Selected Poems" (www.hiraethpress.com)
This poem is dedicated to "Buddy" the Bald Eagle in honor of his 5th Hatch-day. You can read Buddy's story here: http://wildlifecenter.org/critter-corner/education-animals/all-about-buddy