Learning to love with all my limbs
More than winged midnight, or
a shadow that moves at noon,
I know this crow must come from
another place, the other side.
It nests far too near me and
it speaks more than it caws, and
what it cannot know I hear,
numinous sense of vertigo.
One sees more floor from the heights,
the ends of meaning’s axis
have something each in common,
and I am after all in love.
About two weeks ago pair of crows nested in my backyard and I have seen them often from quite up close ever since.
Life lessons of an uxorious mid-thirties house husband and father,
whose wife's first three words describing him last night were creative, earnest and - I forgot.
Well, always room for improvement.
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