A poem for Tuesday...

So I have this essay to write. The last one for the year. And my (self-determined) topic is rehabilitating the reputation of YA romance. Don't shoot me - even the feminists agree they aren't all bad. And anyways, because I was avoiding having to make hard decisions and actually write the thing, then I watched this and, I don't know if its real or not, but my tears and the inspiration were real. And of course I wrote a poem. Tuesday is poem day so here it is in all its raw and unedited (which is the only way I manage to write my poems) glory. Maybe it should be longer. I'll have to think about that.

Eagle

 by me

You own the air

treat it with a devil's care

make it bend to your will

for journeys

for need

for the way home

for fun

I see you out in storms

It's not that you have no

respect

for the speed and ferocity

of that wind

But maybe that it has

respect

for you