THE CROW PERSPECTIVE
Sunrise
after a long dark night –
the crow in the snow
is the one thing black
in a world of white.
He hooks into a high branch,
best for viewing
anything dead
in every direction.
But death’s been having
a hard time lately.
Everything’s nested or denned.
Even the traffic has been
too slow, too unreliable.
Not even a mindless possum
has been thumped into a ditch
by a passing car.
He’s black punctuation
on a blank page,
like he’s editing the morning
with his silence.
The crow blinks once,
like he’s unimpressed
with all this living,
and I tell him
I get it.
Nobody dies,
nobody crashes,
nobody loses.
It’s almost enough
to make you believe
the world is trying again.
That’s tough on the crow
but fine for the rest of us.
John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident, recently published in Shift, Trampoline and Flights. Latest books, “Bittersweet”, “Subject Matters” and “Between Two Fires” are available through Amazon. Work upcoming in Levitate, White Wall Review and Willow Review.