One perches high like a statue
on top of a pine tree next to the Mystic River.
Once endangered, they now roar back.
We have repented our pesticides and hunting.
My phone vibrates with the latest news.
A pregnant woman is bleeding,
a bombing wound. A bawling boy,
to flee with his mother,
pounds his father's head in desolation.
The father stays and defends his hometown.
Before our very eyes. Before the whole world.
Who’ll repent for this? To the woman? To the boy? To all?
The eagle spreads its majestic wings
& takes off under the scarlet sunset.
We continue to walk along the river.
We go shopping at Whole Foods.