I dreamt we had wings like eagles….
that we glided lazily on unseen currents
high above the river at Deckers and the ranches on the outskirts of Sedalia
Far removed were we from the bonds of earth
that are like shackles….chains that the nine to five folks
wear unconsciously around their souls
The view was captivating and there was no trace of fear or regret in this world….
high above the river and the forest below
We soared for hours that seemed to pass like minutes….
aware only of the soft breeze upon our wings and the rhythmic flow of the water
that slithers like an overgrown anaconda from the mountains north to Denver
From two thousand feet above, we could see clearly the rafter and the fishermen….
and the ravenous cougar ready to pounce on the unsuspecting fawn
sipping water near the Wigwam campground
We thought about how astounded people would be
if….for two minutes, they could see themselves through the eyes of the eagle….
If they, too, could soar so high above the cares of the world
that they lost track of time
Perhaps the freedom of those two minutes
would loosen the chains that keep them separated from their dreams
Maybe they could don the wings of eagles and touch the sky….
and recognize their invincibility with no concerns about Monday
or how they’ll make it through to the weekend.
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