Consider the Ravens  (11-22-00)


Consider the ravens
In wandering cry,
Consider the wind
As it passes us by,
Consider the treetops
So far out of reach,
Consider the roar
Of a long-silent beach,
Consider the dawn
And the crumbs, and the caws,
Consider the hands
As they fold into claws,
Consider the night-time
The reaching, the flight,
Consider that life
May be all that is right.


--Megan Morris, meikundayo@yahoo.com