My life is spent
above the air
the wind my only
whispered confidence
Angels my silent
cirrus companions.

Only I can see
the edges of the oceans
the alpha and omega
of the rivers
the boundaries of the
boiling deserts.

I can sit atop
the summits of
the highest mountains
if I wish
and I do.

For I am too high
for tree tops
too high
for the sticks and stones
of men
too high
to feel the storms
that plague them.

I only feel
the sun on my back
the cool in my feathers
and the favor of God
while I watch the world
because that
is what

Eagles

were made
to do.