Quietly she sits
in a the roar of society
Keeping to herself
Invisible to the passerby's

The wall feels the curve of her spine
and the ground bounces her foot
cracks in the cement keep her gaze
People passing and not seeing.

But I see her.
She has the aroma of anticipation
and the look of flight
Waiting there for her signal to take off.

The squeal of brakes are heard
brown eyes snap to see the sound.
Inexplicably grabbing her bag
Tightening her fist
with the contortion of uncertainty

What is she waiting for?
Here is her chance, her destiny
She struggles to move
Does she need a push like a baby bird?

Go! Go my feathered soul.
Don't hesitate
Don't look back
Answer your calling
Run! Jump! Soar!

Observing Raven feather-full,
A gleam of blue on black.
The beady eye could look at me
And widen every crack.

Mocking with
Hollow call.
Watch! Don’t let that feather fall.
Promises it’s not hole.

The Raven whispers thoughts of doubt,
Insides sobbing “let me out!"
A thought indeed bizarre
But one can only think that...
“Maybe these birds are?"

A glooming sense of winged wisdom,
Although black and beady eyed,
It would not come as a shock
That their little birds, they never cried!

One cannot help but wonder
If they can see indoors?
Of course it may not seem so
but they always come in fours!

Look out the window frame,
Take a peek!
Observe the Raven’s coarse black beak.

*Just mind he doesn’t watch you back,
Or he will widen every crack.

Burned the same as all of us have
Still he saw things so differently
He took his thoughts to the mountains
He spilled his soul to the sea
He embraced the advice from the moon
and welcomed the wisdom from the trees

He threw his hope among the stars
Embedded his wishes within the Sun
He found his strength inside the stone
and vowed never again to let it succumb

He did not seek in search of answers
Song and prayer and ancient Ghost Dances
Because time forever more will run
He asked only for guidance
in the days that have yet to come.

There is a time and a place
between midnight’s embrace
and the face of the Sun near dawn
A time when nothing is broken
and no words need to be spoken
for it never seems to last very long

A time when the spirits
show themselves to be alive
As I drift back to the spot
between the boundaries of conscious thought
and the voices of the ghosts
that gather outside

Shadows they fall
out of memory and time
As ancient wisdom is channeled
across the great divide
I hear them singing
Chanting
Calling
Drums beating
Timeless meaning
This is the place
a shift in time and space
where two worlds intertwine.