Flying with the eagle

Posted on September 23, 2011


Everything is fading into grey.  The light, the sounds of the world, the house, the garden.  I snatch half a thought. What was it? There is pain.  Head, abdomen, back, eyes.  Breathe is skimming.  A shallow allowance.

Stock markets have dropped.  Cameron talks muscular rubbish.  Someone emails about a meeting.  The cats are fretting.

I caught sun today.  My feet welcomed the heat.  Stone made a difference from slippers.

Every night I think of the man and his eagle as I drift off to sleep.  The man in his hang-glider, following his eagle following the thermals.  The eagle comes and lands on the bar, mid-flight.  He watches the man fly.