The Eagle
THE EAGLE
From sheer Jurassic precipice he soared
Surveyed the land for gifts it might afford
Across the broad flat valley’s rich domain
With viewpoint high, low altitude disdain
In languid circling track approaching nigh
The eagle now came level eye with eye
He seemed to nod to one perceived as peer
Acknowledged coexistence without fear
His self assurance of a privileged strain
In higher echelon of victual chain
No predator to make threat to his being
Where flight has no concomitance with fleeing
We two shared aspect regal and remote
Above a distant world seeming to denote
A subject to be seen with cool detachment
From other lives set on their own enactment
The matchstick men in matchbox cars below
Proceed in patterns conjunct, fluent flow
As if directed by a master plan
The pieces moved as by an unseen hand
Yet inside every box there is a mind
That makes decisions well informed or blind
The myriads of choices of direction
Have source within those living souls’ election
I marvel at this concept: life centricity
The thought of such abundance, prolificity
Of individual life forms each conferred in
The ability, its intentions to determine
Some say we’re mere machines therefore robotic
Or otherwise controlled by force hypnotic
And some aver a plan: divine intention
By God who makes judgemental intervention
I claim no knowledge, or insight on this score
Perhaps one day I’ll know with sureness more
‘Til then prefer this chosen metaphor
- In freedom I would with the eagle soar
Copyright © Geoffrey Brewer | Year Posted 2017
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