Moments (my poem)

In the land of the bee-eaters
the gatemaker's sweat
mixes with the soil

At the edge of Hera's cliff
the golden eagle
circles you thrice

Another day, another labour
Another moment, another wonder
All that is, is all that matters

My poetry is but an attempt to record feelings. All poems are written in one go. I do not tend to their aesthetic appeal, as that requires extra processing which detracts from my truth in the moment.