Eyes dreamy and drowsy,
I sat on the pillow-like feathers
Of the great eagle’s wings
Flying across the blue waters
While the wind lovingly caressed
The long strands of my hair.
The eagle had promised me
That it would remove me
From the cocoon of my life
And show the world to me,
The sparkling waves, the green meadows,
The fresh waters cascading down
To the meandering rivers,
The desert sands with lively oases,
And its home nestled
Among the beautiful blue cliffsOverlooking the grand ocean.
I, who wanted to find a lodgement elsewhere,
Willing to forget the affluent and the mendicant,
The luxury Harrods candles,
The glittering pearls and diamonds,
The game changers and money changers,
Relaxed on the great eagle’s wings
With neither safety belt nor blanket.
While a butterfly symphony
Hummed in my ears,
I clung to my eagle’s neck.
It soared high over vales and hill,
And I cried not tears of fears,
Nor thought of the heat or cold.
I could feel the essence
Of my feminism unfolding gently.
With elegance and brilliance
While my full potential unlocked
Far from the simulated realities
Of predetermined goals.