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
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