Rosy

Dawn's glow broke across the top of the buttes
pink and pearlescent,
like the inside of a conch shell;
the cry of the spotted eagle cracked the brittle morning air
as the crisp wind blew through my hair
causing my cheeks to burn before turning crimson;
I turned into the wind,
rather than away;
and I saw him...
rising ever skyward
from the valley below;
the tips of his wings turned upward,
perfect aerodynamics;
perfect in every way,
floating, diving...
and then he flew over me,
the shadow of his wings covering me in shade
giving me the privileged glimspe of his pristine underbelly
proudly showing his power...of flight
and I stood, anchored to the earth I love
a lone tear streaked down my cheek...and froze;
moment in time suspended;
sensing that
I had just received an answer to a prayer
and now...
it was up to me
to do the right thing,
whatever that may be.
Wopila wanbli gleska,
thank you spotted eagle
you bring peace on your wings
and pity in your heart
for those of us who stand below,
gazing up at you
pitiful in our smallness
wopila
thank you.