Solace

a woman who feels emptiness
notices a wing outside the window

raven offers solace

every morning they converse
bird, in the clucks and caws
plucked from branches

woman, with words
collected from dreams
where she too can fly

what do they talk about?
maybe the ten thousand ways of green
of loopholes in time and the taste of sky

raven knows the woman's grief
and when she sleeps in past sunrise
she wakes to wild cackles
and finds a feather in her heart

 

© Crystie Kisler 2007

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