My Dad gave me this plastic eagle

It was a symbol of my struggles with Bipolar disorder

You can take the beak and pin it on a plastic tower

He showed me and said

 There are times in our life that are good or bad

All you need is balance

And his fingertip tapped the wing of the bird and it wobbled back and forth

Yet remained on the tip.

I heard it fall tonight, 5 years later

Off the bookshelf

But the beauty of the thing is

It always returns to that beak

That sturdy’s itself on the tip

And waves back and forth in total balance.

If only life were that easy.


Eagle image available from Shutterstock.