In the eagle’s dream

In the eagle’s dream,
in the world seen from above,
and we below,
whom seen from here above
have more aerials than thoughts,
more satellite dishes than dreams
left intact.
In the eagle’s dream,
in the dream of being an eagle
for two minutes.

Our houses, our beehives,
our roads, every town,
which seen from above
look like infections
on the earth
but, near water,
everything is mirrored, everything is reflected
Everything will last…