AFTERNOON
Lying on my back
under the willows
I can see an eagle flying
far above
in great circles
against the blue.
I feel
and see
and listen,
but I do not talk.
There is no one to hear me.
There is no one to play with me,
only the lambs and the baby goats
and they like each other
better than me,
I think.
I am alone.
