Stronger Than Usual

 

After the forest

And the Salish Sea

The crow disappearing

The thoughts that I see

Hold stronger than usual,

The crow’s last words

About Kundalini’s arias

In the opera of life

Meant to carry us

Beyond belief,

Yet who knows

Which way the

Wind blows

When you’re caught

In the midst of a twister,

Up and down

Right and left

Neither here nor there,

All the air sucked out

To emptiness.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

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