During the first days of the pandemic, the world grew silent as if in chock. Even the wind faded and the water surface mirrored the pale whiteness of the overcast mornings. From time to time the calm was broken with the sound of yet a helicopter bringing in yet a patient to the emergency ward. On such a morning we saw the white eagle sailing over the waters hunting its own shadow. Was this a signal of changes to come? Almost a year later I still don’t know, but I hope that we will learn to live in a world where eagles are valued more than helicopters.
the music of silence —
strolling even closer to water
shadowed by wings
Today Frank hosts dVerse Haibun Monday and inspire us to write haibun inspired by eagle and eagles.
February 1, 2022