On Benner Island
Light falls on an old tree,
a skeleton whose bones reveal many years
of standing stoic, waiting.
As the sun moves to the west,
a mother eagle emerges from her grand nest
perching upon the tree’s white branch,
perfectly still
her yellow eyes fixed like a stone
gazing upon the earth and sea.
As day fades to darkness
an old man sits watching,
slowly, quietly, he picks up his brush
bringing it to an empty canvas.
Creases on his face form storylines
his cloudy blue eyes meditate on the bird in her tree,
as they stare at one another
in stillness and appreciation.
An image ingrained,
an imprint in time
a colorful burst
whose meaning is drawn out
slowly, meticulously, layer by layer
as a tribute – a complete memory.
After 91 years,
mastering the art
in every blade of grass,
in every ray of light and shroud of fog
he brings you to this place,
the sweeping stroke of the moment,
seeing beauty in its element.
Can you feel the earth moving,
heaving a great sigh of happiness?
Man gives his gifts through life
an offering,
and nature finds her perfect balance.
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