Lapse Into Soul

The sun sets on
the silence of
another evening.

I see fingers of light
mingle through the
trees, I feel wind
freeze my beard.

The billowing
glow of stoves
and wood smoke
drifts on the breeze.

The moon peeks
through the wavering
clouds, cold, diffused.

People walk before
and behind me on
their way through
insubstantial space.

I stand in the middle
of space, now, the torrent
of blustery existence,
smiling for just a
moment at all the
world now around me,
harmony in complexity,
curiosity in simplicity.

Then, I am gone.

-hrafn

Crows

Crows, gathering black
Among naked birch,
Croaking conversational politics,
Telling me to stay awhile,
Witness their down-to-earth
Deliberations that make
Democracy a far cry from
Problem solving or equality.
Wind on their wings and
The shadow of feathers up high,
Swirling and playing and free to
Die where they want to,
And fly where their hearts compel them,
To dine on the roadside, Mother Nature’s
Bon vivants, and to gaze through
Smooth black eyes that witness the
Motions and notions of below,
And grin to me every day.