The eagle’s eye, aerial and fiery
gazes down from the treetop stretching to heaven
at the outstretched intertwined branches
of relationships –
old new burgeoning twisted gnarled.
Their power in the earth of their growth,
decay, death and re-birth.
In the joy and pain of photosynthesis
In the ever-changing seasons of desire and expectation
In the fluctuating winds of love and support
In the winter of sorrow and unfulfillment
when the mother tree withdraws her nutrients
and rusting leaves add theirs to her roots –
letting go, falling to the ground.
During storms, the eagle sees the drama of our projections;
our loves and hates,
our seasonal withdrawals,
Our growing peace when there is no wish for change.
Just an acceptance of creation, its hidden roots of flowing water.
The whole reflective of the light and love of heaven.
The eagle swoops down to carry heavenwards
the snake hidden in the tree’s aqueous roots
in its powerful talons
wondering if its waters are immortal.
Neera Kashyap has worked on social and health communications. She has authored a book for young adults, Daring to Dream (Rupa & Co.) and contributed to several prize-winning children’s anthologies. As a writer of short fiction, poetry, book reviews and essays, her work has appeared in several international literary journals and poetry anthologies.
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I was not expecting the end! I related to every line, then paused and said a prayer for the circle of life happening. One of the best pieces of advice I ever received at a workshop was, when reading someone else’s poem, read it through, then to read it out loud. I swooped with the eagle!