Every person who sleeps
becomes that person
who surrenders
not from weakness
but from the ancient agreement
between the vulture and the eagle,
wwhere the vulture,
that patient bird
born of dawn,
whose terrible eyesight
sees what the living
prefer not to
circles every bed
in every darkened city,
between one breath and the next,
and says,
in the oldest voice,
I have carried you this far,
trust me to carry you tomorrow
and every person
who has ever closed their eyes
has heard this
without knowing,
has given themselves
to the vulture’s wings
and woken to the eagle
and called it
simply
morning
NaPoWriMo Day 20 prompt – For today, try writing your own poem that uses an animal that shows up in myths and legends as a metaphor for some aspect of a contemporary person’s life. Include one spoken phrase.
The vulture represents Jatayu, of Ramayana, who had sharp vision to see when Sita was kidnapped by Ravana. The creature that feeds on the dead dies protecting the living.
Painting by Van Gogh

2 responses to “[585] The Vultures Are Circling”
I don’t know this legend, but you tell it beautifully. I think vultures–and eagles–are fascinating. We have both around here.
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Beautiful
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