“Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there wondering fearing.
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before”
- Edgar Allan Poe -
No longer silent, ravens
chase a piece of bread
on the sand, black on white
like octaves on the keyboard.
In my yard, ants scatter
at the mist of bug spray,
mimicking ravens fleeing
from a thrown rock.
An ink blot splattered
on a letter tossed aside.
A raven lying on the road
victim of a passing car.
At the coffee shop, a woman
points at the menu flaunting
a diamond surrounded by onyx stones,
a small raven’s nest on her finger.
I remember the first time
we made love on January 29th
a raven, colored like dreams,
landed on the hotel’s window.
I have never seen a better metaphor.
