Alan S. Austin
Arizona Playwright • Writer • Poet
  

Five Eagles

one eye fell to his knees in the light

for so long he had been in the dark

five eagles perched on a balustrade
preening and watched him

wherever he looked there were green fields and terraces
orchards sprang out of the earth
streams flowed down from the white capped mountains
into the valleys
as far as his eye could see

he gazed at the whiteness of clouds
whispering across the sky
and felt the sun's warmth on his skin

he remembered the old couple
who worked so tirelessly to feed him
and to love him
and peace descended

the eagles fluttered impatiently on their perches
glancing at him sideways

the door opened
she returned

this is our kingdom she said
scratching her forehead
we need you

one eye smiled