Three bald eagles—
That’s what the man said
Between pruning
the maple branches,
Trimming back the hibiscus
And stuffing overgrown forsythia
Into the chipper.
Three bald eagles
Soaring silently—
Hardly their first foray
Above my land—
Would have been
Invisible forever
But for the sharp eyes
Of the tree guy.
Three bald eagles
What else have I missed
Because my unhoned eyes,
Vaguely hacking at the
Tree of Knowledge,
Dislodged nothing
But the tasteless
Rind of bark?
Image generated by Dream Studios.
A beautiful reminder about the benefits of attending to what is right around me. And sparks the recollection of this sentence from an old Jewish Sabbath prayer: "Days pass, years vanish, and we walk sightless among miracles."