Can you soar, but stand still?
I watch the majestic bird circle just below my perch on the trail,
His wing span is massive, his flight maneuvers delicate.
For just a moment, I am eye to eye with him,
Wishing I can fly away and see his world.
He seems to come closer each time he circles by me,
As if he knows my wish and is considering it.
Maybe he has his own wish.
As I stand there taking in his beauty I feel a gust a of wind blow past me,
And in that second I am soaring along side him,
As I am standing still.