Eagle Eye

Butterflies and sand
The warmth of your hand
The love of a child
As we view sea and land
They collide like lovers
I blush in my knowledge
Think of last night
Look at your eyes in our child's face
Long for renewed innocence
And prolonged joy
The eagle watches knowingly from his perch
Our kind and his kind go back
Way back
Countless generations

We are the hope they broke themselves for
We are the fruit of sown seed and hand-tilled soil
We are the waking dreams of our grandmothers' youth
We are picnic basket auctions and ice cream socials
We are the plums picked on a working wedding day
We are the sweat on exhausted brows
We are linens on the line
We are endless piles of firewood, split
We are the sum of all that love

And still the eagle watches
wondering if we'll cave under the weight of time