The Watershed Years

An Eagle Soars When I was young a boy in elementary and high school I had broad wings; I flew like a hawk; High and graceful gliding riding all the thermals. I had domain over my territory. Then came college I was lost; A round peg in a square hole. Somehow my wings were clipped; I mostly wandered like Siddhartha aimlessly For sixty months; I did not fly; I mostly crawled. Then I met the love of my life who told me I could fly; That she had watched me fly and it was a beautiful sight. Ok I thought and I told her I was a sparrow; She told me no you are an eagle. I told her Ok let's say I'm a robin; No she said you are an eagle. Ok I said I am a dove; Again she told me I flew like an eagle. I agreed and said I was a hawk; She told me no you are not a hawk; you are an eagle. Ok I told her I was an eagle; and I told her I could fly again; She told me eagles don't fly they soar; Now soar.