I was a raven once
bumping along on two legs
blundering around in the dark
talking Raven talk

I was enigmatic

I was a spruce needle once
floating down the stream
waiting to see
who might swallow me

I was enigmatic

I was a young woman once
filled with wonder, attitude,
and
matriarchal potential

I was enigmatic

Then I was a pregnant young woman
filled with wonder, attitude,
and a womb full of
growing child

We were enigmatic

Just as one becomes two,
remember this is true:
Raven brings agency
and misunderstanding

And agency is quite enigmatic

Because agency
is the action that changes
landscapes over time
like water through a canyon

And landscapes of the mind are enigmatic

When Trickster becomes kin,
is a good space to begin ...
with the future rarely clear
and end times always near

By the
moon,
stars,
and Sun,

At
least
we have
perspective

And perspective is forever enigmatic