Does it not seem
we know more than we know?
When I watched a giant crow
land on the street,
cock his head
and look through me.
I saw a magician,
a flash of black light,
an astral comprehension.
We were both born at the crack of dawn,
and somewhere in the mournful past,
we were kin,
born from the same water.
I shudder how fierce we are,
confused by love we have eaten
in the orchards of the earth,
and now, go our separate ways,
no wiser than before,
but knowing the answer
to what we are, and cannot explain.