Golden eagle

The Isle of Skye - my opportune age

All God-pressed into four long minutes

Stillness in trees / I was overcome

A life’s wish was delivered to me

Kingship rose with the golden eagle

The rare brightness of eyes, yellow-gold

Alloy that my soul did not escape

The iridescent sheen on feathers

Gold upgraded brown / like the first sun

Ten yards away, my breath was taken

The eagle flew, its wing span impressed

The gift was larger than expected

My breath left again - power’s sharp edge

was disturbing for two slow seconds

There was a new trinity / eagle,

God and I; and in this stunned heaven

I lived / lived again as the firstborn

Privilege settled like lukewarm sleet