C. J. Sage The 2River View, 4.4 (Summer 2000)

how an eagle meditates

nested at mountain-top
among the few tangled branches
wrapped to hold her; arms of Zeus
spun in circles, she works
the wooded element into her
wheel of something like a prayer,
hymns recite when beak
scrapes bark, rests
practice as tongue
guides secrets through a
narrow throat, like sap
along its master's ringing body
expanding. her wings hold
arrows, body aims itself;
books of incarnation spring from her
bow, fan overhead and spread her
stark pages where snipers lay
down their arms to worship.

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