Eagle Trimming

He still does it
The old bird
Leaves the lake
And good fishing
Watches his reflection
Black and white
Distancing itself
From happy blue
Wavelets
Up and up
Those aerials helping.
Trees passed
In the ascent
Barren rocks the target
And fasting
And scraping of the beak
Fresh and new and sharp
And thinking oft
Of clouds and airways
Way overhead
Seemingly unreachable
Without Creator’s uplift.
How much time there
In the refining
Not the bird’s call certainly
But the waiting
And the watching
Both good.