The eagle sees the world
quite differently from the ant
The view from above things
must be exhilaratingly grand
The view from below things
certainly seems unbearably dull
The aphid feeds upon the rose
Does it catch the rose’s scent?
And the fox upon the hare
Is she seasoned with rosemary?
The trout pursues the worm
then the fisherman the trout
At the table does the fisherman
taste the composting of the earth?
We who are the masters of all
are we also among the mastered?
We look upon the marketplace
and manipulate the price of bread
Are there those in the heavens
who see & manipulate the tides?
All things in the end are relative
My center is your circumference !
Still to be the eagle soaring high
Not the ant carrying his crumb
To be Ariel surfing the cosmic light
Not Sisyphus pushing a stone in hell