AFTERWARDS

 

IMG_3292

 

Two centuries of women
gone beyond
healing and grinding,
needing shade
away from men—

dead Live Oak place
to roost for years,
our pair of crows
make familiar
flutters of love
balanced on a branch,
know one another’s
every feather,
preen and quiver
with how it feels
into the gloaming
afterwards.

 

4 responses to “AFTERWARDS

  1. This is such a beautiful image: “…flutters of love balanced on a branch”. Equally true for humans, don’t you think?

    Liked by 1 person

  2. This resonates powerfully for me. As I age and see my perspective change slowly but irrevocably, finding my place in the continuum of life is comforting.

    Like

    • Hey, CJ. ‘Irrevocably’ is the word as time ratchets on, no going back! We can hate that we can’t, or make the best of it, a large part of which is a perspective that just seems to get richer. And consistent with this land-based culture, we’ve learned how to ‘make do’ with what we’ve got. Cheers, amigo.

      Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s