The Circling Crow

The circling crow has had ancestors

And they too admired the sourceless light

Which lifts the rare snow on which you now spin.

The crow too, and her history

Thought about the contradiction of sun

And cold, of light and brighter,

But did so in very different terms.

And the sleek crow has seen you,

Unintentionally dressed as desire, smiling

In black and grey and black.

But we look differently,

The crow and I,

She with indifference and tolerance and

reflection,

I with helpless, tense restrain,

T. Guy / Nov 2001