Listen to the River, the Eagle, and the Sky
Giving hope for reviving a committed, intimate relationship
below the carroty summer sky
a gentle deer stands witness
as wolves stir in their dens
bears forage for berries and nuts
eagles glide over mauve mountains
and two chairs with cozy blankets
meant for nestling by a campfire
await
on the edge of a pine tree forest
beside the rocky cliffs
above the blue winding river that sings
in the stillness of nearing twilight
they follow the trail to their nestling place
anticipating decline, but still unready
for the force of the wounding scene —
the chairs are faded and rickety now,
blankets muddy and frayed,
vestiges of too many years
of unraveling and neglect —
and as they glumly lift their gaze
a lone eagle soars into view,
circling round, darting through clouds
floating upon wind bursts
until the sky flashes bright orange
their eyes meet in this moment
with a fondness from years past,
feeling this as a final effort,
a search for any clue
that their bond can survive,
that their dreams will not perish,
a wish to restore…
