An eagle was involved

I had just begun my meditaion

But nature had another thing in mind

As the hawk made a hasty landing

Her feathers in disarray.

We waited- the hawk, the eagle and I.

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But what was my part in the story?

Am I just the witness ( is it enough?)

Or am I the interpreter of the dream?

My feathers too are ruffled

My beloved America is in trouble

As we witness a steady flow of disruption,

We wish there were more we could do.

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The eagle took flight

Who knows what actually happened?

I like that I can ask this question.

Keeping my heart open

Is a full time job.