like an eagle one soars and tries <br />to scuttle for an island where it may nest <br />and lay its eggs <br />hoping for the cliffs and <br />some sticks and trunks of deadwood <br />wandering if there is <br />a monkey for dinner to start with <br /> <br />none so far attracts the beginning <br />of greatness <br />there is no height and there is no <br />sound for prey <br /> <br />the eagle wanders dissolving in <br />a far horizon <br /> <br />the man stays foot under the big tree <br />envious of the searching trip <br />unable to dissolve itself in his <br />chosen horizon <br /> <br />in his world of fences and walls <br />safe and yet so unhappy.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-eagle-and-the-man/
