We headed out together, to run
Him; an hour, training at tempo
me, 45 relaxed; if I felt it…
Up to the highway in company;
jostling, chatting, planning.
Then he hit pace And turned right
Where the limo with the antler mount is parked
I followed, briefly entertaining the idea of trying to catch him
just to see what was in my legs, and his smile.
But a sudden caw-caw-phany
Stopped me in my tracks,
and on he flew away
on his own course.
Here, a murder of crows was talking insistently
in the trees above this sign.
Can you believe it?
Of course I went that way
I am wired to wander.
and to listen to crows of coincidence.
Three miles, one car
then this
One more mile and this beach,
Across the way from this
I stopped where the road went on
with somone else’s’ name on it
Beyond this short bridge
And this crow.
I unwound my steps
well filled and grateful.
Later after telling my story
and showing him the spot,
we drove past Moon Line,
“I wonder what’s down there?”
he smiled at me;
everything in those eyes.