Today was about crows
First a whole flock a-squawking
With one bull frog keeping the beat
Then a lone fellow on a barren tree
Silhouetted by the snow-capped
Olympic Mountains across the Puget Sound
Beauty spoke
And Beauty called my name
I stopped and watched
Then later the message came
Alone and barren of soul at times
With impossible seas and mountains to cross
Yet, I have wings
I can fly
I am not unprepared for this journey
Still, no rushing these things
Study the contours of the wind and waves
Measure the height of the mountains
Search for the probable passes
Wonder at the depths of the sea
Take off when I am ready
Or not
Stay awhile longer
In the cozy, comfortable clan
Of squawking kin.
© 2013 Julie Clark