Spiraling

Like an eagle perched

taking flight, his great wings

spread wide, brushing back the earth

to rise up and circle the cove,

searching, wing tips curled

to catch the wind, cutting

a long arc, the sky falling

back, giving way to flight,

and tail flared, white and stark

against the sky’s blue air,

broadening his circling, searching

still, lifting and falling on thermals

that carry him upward, skyward

until he disappears into the vastness

that is the heavens; so, too,

should our own lives be carried

into the vastness that is ourselves.