The road forked before me

Left: long, black

Right: sanctuary

The softest softness stretching

Held up against how I’ve been living

Here’s that sound I know

The yearning of the crow for his foreboding

Arrival to be joyful

I reached out and touched peace

How she spread through my whole body

Humming light, gentle subtleties

But at last I had to draw away

The ringing of the street resonates with me

My shoulders only know how to bear the weight of

That sound I know the yearning

Of the crow for his foreboding

Arrival, to be joyful