Enough

She thought the grass was enough for her:
The rocks, and dirt and trees.
She could stand on the ground forever
And never touch the sea.

Nothing changed and nor did she
In her temple on the shore.
She watched the waves move to and fro.
Watched, and nothing more.

One day an Eagle lighted down
Beside her sturdy gate,
A dancing, tumbling acrobat
Of air and dreams and grace.

He circled round her temple walls,
His talons raked her door.
His voice and wing tips called to her
Like nothing had before.

She stepped outside and stared at him.
His eyes were a white patch sail.
His feathers were black man o' wars
That surfaced off his tail.

He quickly circled round about
And out to the cliff's edge.
She chased madly after him
But froze upon the ledge.

He disappeared from out of view,
And she sunk to her knees.
She knew she could not follow him
To his castle on the breeze.

She trampled back to her temple yard
Feeling tiny and alone.
She never saw the bird again
At her altar made of stone.

Yet, she walks into the ocean now
And the cool waves make her cry.
The grass was not enough for her
For she'd almost touched the sky.