Thursday, April 14, 2022

What We Know, Terzata #42

There were a thousand crows

Asleep in their rookery

Before the winter sun rose.


I rise with them, insomniac weary,

And pour into the hollow

Of my brain the blustery


Anticipations to follow,

What I must and cannot do,

And what time will allow.  


One crow caws. I answer “You!

Think you!” as though he knows

The universe might offer a clue.

As he staggers away, it snows.