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.
