Eagles Breath

Written by: Karen Deeks

The eagle smiles sharply
He knows my need of gently stroked wings
Amidst shift shaping rocks
I am barely a translucent bubble
Blown through a Childs hoop
Wavering and lost in just one
Solitary breath

He may pierce me with his arrogant beak
May find me invisible within herringbone clouds
Yet still
I exist
I am here, I am her
I know that to be true
Due to
A pulse, due to a whimsical thought
And an ever hopeful will...