Shape Shifter Time Shifter Crow

Like a song from then
and there
the crow calls from a tree
outside the tap-tap-tap
of my office day
and I am transported
to silent mornings by the shore,
to waves rolling and gulls
those parking lot gossips
who don’t mind my mood,
my unkempt hair,
my long tail of grief
that drags across the sand
gathering debris
and memories
to repurpose into poems
someday

someday
soon
the gulls remind
the crow reminds
and I almost

almost

remember how to breathe.

POEM ©2018, Jen Payne. IMAGE: Crows Fly by Red Sky at Sunset, Shibata Zeshin, 1880. Click here for more about Crow wisdom.

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