Friday, March 14, 2014

Tied up/Tied down

The wind comes up cold in August.
Coyotes bark in the valley
I sit on the mountain
Raven wings brushing my hair

Pay attention to me, says Raven.
I will. Tomorrow. 
Right now I’m distracted
Tied up. Tied down. 

Raven sits in the juniper
Watching me as I draw him
Looking at me
He swoops in to untie a knot

He talks to me every day.
Light glancing off his feathers
Six drawings later
My eyes are reflected in his

As I walk in the desert morning
Raven lands in front me
And finally I do.     

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