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Questioning the Raven

/ A. Gouedard / Leave a comment

I watch the Raven

the Raven watches me

me stuck here on the ground

him high up in his tree

 

he cocks his head

does he question me?

wondering how i should answer

I nod back

 

I feel some sense of brotherhood

with this bright eyed bird

when he squawked and chuckled

did he think I understood?

 

who knows more

a man or a raven?

was he a man before?

will i become a bird?

 

if I knew the mind of a raven

maybe i could fly

if he thought he knew my mind

would he fly away?

 

I feel the need to speak

feel the feelings that are his

does he see how fragile

how unfathomable everything is?

 

does a raven even care

and should i?

i cock my head to the raven

he nods back

A Question of Numbers – for a New Moon

/ A. Gouedard / Leave a comment

In one year we travel four billion miles around the Sun

Without even stirring a limb.

We dream fifteen thousand dreams,

Remembering almost none.

How significant those that we do.

 

In a lifetime we may see nine hundred New Moons

Twenty-five thousand sunsets,

Twenty-five thousand dawns.

How many do we really see?

How significant those that we do.

 

How many times might my love smile at me?

How many times will we kiss?

How many dreams can we make come true

Before time flees and is gone?

How significant those that we do.

 

If I thought I’d be gone tomorrow

What would I say and do?

Nothing significant.

 

The light comes and goes across the earth;

A clock hand that sweeps us away.

 

Butterflies, unaware