She sits there
Ever day I look for her
She is majestic
She is beautiful
Sometimes she sits on her platform
Overlooking the Sasanoa River
Sometimes she prefers another spot
She is patient.
I imagine her to be both kind and fearsome.
Sometimes on the branches of an old tree.
Appearing patient, but she is hunting, seeking, sitting, observing.
Her partner also sits.
He sits and watches with her.
Sometimes in the nest on the platform.
Sometimes on the branch.
They practice patience.
They have to sit quietly, eyes open, seeing the world.
They have to sit quietly and focus, or they will die.
They have to sit in order to hunt, in order to fill themselves up.
They have to seek.
Then they make the dive, into the depths.
Hopeful of returning with something more.
Something to fill them up.
And they call.
They tell the other, I found it.
I sat, I was patient, I found it.
Here it is.
Just what I need.
And then they sit.