Sent sparkling light through pine and fir,
It was slack tide on the Puget Sound.
Like glittering stars on a blue-green mirror.
The majestic eagle perched -
Up on the craggy shore -
Aware of all, yet ne’r a blink nor flinch.
And contemplating? -- Sure!
Calm air held no sound at all,
But a ripple against the hull.
My kayak gliding toward the shore,
Slowing to a lull.
From the paddle’s blade so still -
A droplet fell and formed a ring -
That slowly I left behind,
Slowing all the while.
At thirty feet I slowing stopped.
Then eye to eye we stared -
What thoughts did she possess?
Trust she did or fly she would!
At length she’d seen enough,
Spreading wings on air did soar,
Circling round then down the shore,
Then out across The Sound.
A beauty and a wonder still –
Though many years have passed!
The gift she gave to me that day!
I wish that all could share.