Becoming eagle: The hooked bill a butcher’s blade And talons tearing.
Again freedom was trapped In the vortices whirling from Jittering wing tips.
Drown wings shimmering, Spray ejected from the fraught Fastness of foaming feathers.
Eyes, wide as the east, Wings, smashed against the pother, Surface-bound, escaping.
Then carving further Under globular bait ball, came A blood frenzied hunter.
Then, a dive, deep, Under the carving current, Starving for fish pickings
Wide wings glide,Held up in the streaming wild,Tumult below, ahead.
And in that whim Of flattened, fattened ocean, A journey started.
But rushing caught meRushing from spring to sea,A rushing whim to see.
The river is lost In fluid grey ghosting Between earth and sky.