Y// The Eagle

The firm wind caresses each of my brown eagle feathers The softness of the fresh air kisses my white eagle cheeks Below, the long nipah leaves wave me a warmhearted welcome The ripples on the shallow river greet me with a thousand lights I soar, i flap once and soar a lot more Steering a bit to the left and to the right I reach the beach and the shore, Turquoise and blue, a lovely sight A lone unshaven man stands close to the breaking waves His arms spread, his eyes closed, his face towards the winds of the sea I sincerely wonder: what kind of poetry can a man write, If he has never seen the world Through the eyes of an eagle If he has never floated above the world High in the skies like me, the eagle