Eagle walks amongst us,
wings and chest puffed out
exhibiting wounded pride.
He is parched, dry-throated;
fear has clouded his vision,
grounded his glorious flight.
He shudders at indifference,
sidesteps throngs busily rapt
in personal agenda, forgetful.
Once regal, once revered, he
is reeling from the fall, seeks
a compassionate ear, finds me
in the Dreamtime, moulting
feathers clinging to ebony
legs; I try to brush him away
detach from his misery, but
cannot shake the power of
his symbolism, the promise
of his majesty; disconcerted,
through the veil of sleep, I
try to find reason, connect
push through the crowd of
disillusionment, and seek the
refreshment he craves, what
little I have to offer this
golden representative of
a nation momentarily lost.
One Woman's Quest 