Memories float off this beach like fireweed down in August
fleeing from hiding spots in eagle feathers and fish bones
now abandoned by life
In one an eagle flies from an overhead spruce bough
circling then dropping to the sea
submerging talons that pull skyward
a herring dinner. My daughter, then toddler
silently watches as others clap amazement.
I want to dive into the memory
surfacing just after the capture
to ask if my baby feels pity or admiration
this child of forest and beach
where nature forms the outlines of our lives
where she falls asleep to the music of
wind and tides.