Zest Lit Issue 2, October 2013 - Page 103

her blood congeals on the pavement

where is the dark earth

waiting to take the lifeblood?

why here in this barren parking lot? she cries

as raven circles overhead

her mind wanders

past and future become present

cedar trees bend to lift her gently

their soft needles comforting her with familiar scent

raven circles overhead

now she is soaring herself

the trees have thrown her clear of the heartbreak & desolation

raven dances beside

arms thrown out

shiny black feathers appearing

tiny at first then growing to catch the wind

she smiles at raven

they circle around each other

becoming mirrors of dark light

they merge into a single point then vanish

leaving only one shiny black feather