Duck and Eagle

I am watching the duck

for a minute every day

she is breeding in the duck house

since two weeks and another two ahead

six eggs, perfect pose, no motion:

Zazen...just sitting

Once a day she comes out

stretches, takes a short bath, eats a few seeds, bugs, grubs

takes a shit and returns

four weeks, then:

magic happens!

I think of the eagle

doing this

far up in her mountain home

nesting in sheer cliffs

exposed to wind and weather

I thinks of the young eagle chicks

growing well fed in the eyrie

til the day...the hour...the moment comes:

time to fly...then:

magic happens!

How do they know this very moment?

Gaia...tells them

Who wakes the groundhog

the bear in spring?

Who guides the salmon upstream

and the birds over the great ocean?

She does

Love does

and it will be her to call me home...and then:

magic happens...