Up on a hill

Up on a hill
- garland of crop and flower as neck,
the Eagle dwells
House of twigs and thorns
her rounded iron beaks
make into feather beds for her young.


I remember!


Young birds thrown gently over rocky cliff
Forced to fly
with wings not dry


Mother soars above—eyes watching
Sharp!
Glides in, gentle breeze
lest we break.
Rock-solid span
soft, comfortable, sure!
Unlike the rockier death to which we plunge
our dance
of life and death


Can I ever marry?
Would my heart anyone else love?
A taste of you
is the first drop of rain
that teases the parched, broken land
that is the landscape of my heart
whispering of the louder downpour
blood through venous cracks
giving life—and mending


I thirst some more!


Nurture the new plant—green
head high, stem straight without a bend
Give the adult strength
to make its food
Independence!!

So what locks my jaws—strangles me
prevents me from telling
I sing your love
speak my love
for you on your hill
The world hears, its heart listens, feels
The ear that’s valued the most
becomes the island
wondering, feeling, wondering

About a son’s love


Prime
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This is the way I choose, the destiny I pursue
To help the unfit and the fit
To treat each according to his need
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