What is this tiny ache
that swells
behind my heart?
A worry, sorrow, dismay?
Please let it soon depart!
How restless are my days,
wondering what is yet to come.
Roads closing into silence,
every step undone.
Where is this life of ease
that others swear exists?
It flickers like illusion,
always just out of reach.
If I could trust myself enough
to quiet all my fears,
perhaps this ache inside my chest
would finally disappear.
my dear friend, the raven,
has a certain kind of MAGICK
dressed in black from head to tail,
has a flair for the dramatic
such a sooty bird is he,
flying fast on graceful wingbeats
watch him dive across the sky
an aerial acrobat and artful spy
fills the blue with an echoing croak
he’s a brilliant trickster under cloak
see him vividly in my dreams,
casting charms as i sleep
bringing change and ancient wisdom
reminds me of all i am to become
there’s a mossy little creek
where i like to sit and think
a shallow slope to mull and dream,
where glossy water babbles midstream
i skip barefoot ‘cross the river stones
earth and fire in my bones,
behold the current gently flow,
carrying my dreams safely home
Photo by Maddox Howe on Unsplash
i hear Nature summoning
run wild through the trees,
taste my youth on the tip of my tongue
at home in this body and evening breeze
a midnight stroll through the green,
to exorcise the ache
howling fiercely at the moon
like some secret language
shadow of trees and cloak of leaves
a romance to ever flourish
as though turning the pages of this life,
and
the
windy
path
diverges
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Musings of a Taiwanese American Adoptee 