i listened to the singing
crows
wondering where their wings might
wend them today
as i walked on river stones
sunlight bathing my skin
delicately;
circling above
they always followed
and i wondered what they were trying
to tell me
or if they were inviting me to fly
with them;
maybe they could sense that my soul
is a raven
wishing to spread her wings and fly
against the clouds and the sky
with them—
maybe they knew i am always terrified
of being completely alone
and so they gave
me the company of their feathers and songs
because music always tames
the roughest edges
of my soul.