A change came in on a strong southwesterly wind
moving thoughts around like the pointed leaves
on the holly bush just outside the bedroom window
(AND ALL MEANING WAS LOST)
A large murder of crows has claimed the tall pines
they speak loudly to one another, while
continually repositioning themselves among the trees
(IDEAS JUST PASSED ALONG)
My ten year-old cat seems content to quietly observe the wind
blowing through those bushes or some movement in the pines
before settling in on the chair’s cushion
(WHAT IS PURPOSE?)
We humans, with our big brains, just carry that weight
having no preordained path to instinctively follow
So, we flit back and forth through life, like the crows
in search of the highest perch; and as the wind
ceases to blow, we lose interest and simply circle down
like my cat, giving in to that long nap
Heartspell 