Have you noticed the sky?
Birds flying?
I watch them
The little ones
Their wings beat so furiously
The big ones
soar and glide.
Curiously,
I wonder, why is that so?
I guess,
a small child’s legs go ten to the dozen
trying to catch an adults long stride
Is it wingspan?
A growth thing?
What allows the greater heights of flight
If it was consistent effort
the smaller birds would win
every time
But it isn’t wings
And it isn’t work
Sure,
The big bird is slower on the ground
Has to flap large to become airborne
But once it is aloft
It soars, effortlessly
And then it hits me
The thought
That power must be something different then what I had previously considered
Power is not something grasped
It is delivered
Header photo is a photo I took from the sculptures in the outback event that was held here on the week-end.
This artist (Stuart Taylor) has sculpted a wedge tail eagle. It’s striking, and I wasn’t surprised to see that the next day it had already sold.
It was a favourite piece of mine because I hold the wedge tail eagle dear.
It is a spiritual connection that I have had with these birds since I was a child and found one floundering in a trap set for foxes. He didn’t live, and I was devastated by his death right in front of me. I was only a little girl at the time and the bird was probably bigger than me, he certainly seemed huge and powerful. A little scary but awesome and beautiful. And his eye before it closed, looked right through me.
Now, every time I am out riding or camping or off on a special solo trip, I see one or two of them. Whimsy? A poet dreaming? Maybe, but true nevertheless.
This wondering that began from a pondering whilst I was out running this morning resulted in the insight and a poem. Curiosity leads us to answers, and answers often come through art.
The rest of the photos of the amazing sculpture entries, including the prize winner are in the Sculptures of the Outback album on my Flickr stream here https://www.flickr.com/gp/kathrynanne72/sL850x981g
