Flight
EAGLE
claws dug into my shoulder
wings spread
where will you take me?
the eggs in the nest
in the live oak's crook
what are they trying to say?
this is not a dream
I have never been more awake
than in this room
bright lights people talking
the lovers' griefs transformed
here in the forest
leaves casting their shadow
I see Death lurking behind the tree
cloaked in rags chugging his beer
my astral body floating in space
the eggs crack
the chicks emerge
your grip tightens
your wings batter the wind
I know the flight has only begun
by Nancy Shiffrin
Nancy Shiffrin is the author of 2 collections of poetry, Game With Variations and The Vast Unknowing, Amazon.