Eagle Eye
 
Drumbeats climb
to rhythms of time
when wolves ran free
along the rising red sun
and an Eagle’s eye
scanned all four corners.
 
a time of balance, now lost,
we live all man-made
replaced today
on lands of cement
 
pretending it’s our right,
a human right,
to invade beyond our space
 
forcing wolves to hide
in small corners
while Eagles soar valleys,
dying, as their eggs crack.
 
Beneath life’s imbalance
a storm grows stronger
blowing the door open,
crossing waters that know
how the story goes.