(Poem) Crows by Mary Saracino

Northwestern crow (Corvus brachyrhynchos caurinus), Wikimedia Commons

Crows don’t seek bread

or sheltered warmth

but something else more sustaining

something that defies gravity & time

the whims of shifting seasons

unrelenting heat

bitter cold

sheets of pouring rain

and all the many other

encumbrances life thrusts

upon birds & humans;

the crows’ sturdy black wings carry them

over rooftops, treetops, highways

one lands on an eave, turns her head

blinks at the sun glinting off the metal

downspout

another circles an aspen

claims a tree limb, waits for who knows what

I watch from the sidewalk, head cocked

wondering if crows worry about

sleet and snow and boys with BB guns

or getting safely home

the birds don’t mind if I stare or fret

they leave me to my musing

I sit on the grass, gaze at the clouds

distracted by my own illusions

when I turn back, the crows

have left their roosts, flown away

off to places unknown to me

places beyond the reach of my

limited ways of knowing.


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1 thought on “(Poem) Crows by Mary Saracino”

  1. Ah Bless you Mary – another wonder – this poem – thought provoking and as always so much depth – such a pleasure to read – please get that book out – please.

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