Ravensong

Raven, by Sue Coleman

Raven,

lift me up on your black wing,

because I'm floundering here,

in this boggy morass

of Must-Do's.

I want to soar mountaintops, 

swoop over rivers,

sit in the crook of the tallest cedar 

on the planet

and survey the morning.

Send me a great gray space

with nothing in it,

that I might contemplate vastness,

letting go of the particular.

Invite me with your bent wing,

and I will follow.

Send me your gobble-cry

and I will sing it back to you,

as you ride the thermals,

I, land-locked,

and envious

of your

lack of tethers.

Lift me up on your black wing

and take me home,

where the winter waves

pound against the dunes,

where I can plant my feet

on the sandy shore,

and be homesick

no more.