A blessing of a crow

As I walked thru, berwick,  reflecting,

Women give the best blessings

and curses

Among all the politics of men,

That follow

Like a thorny path, long abandoned

But the memory piercing,  asserting

It’s oppression. In men apes, long forgotten.

As I walked thru that landscape of derision,

Lawns reared their heads, and I bowed to the grass,

As a lover might, as the rain bounced back up.

Held up by the trees, bird wings and grey sky,

A dog came laughing by, and we all joined in,

A hymn to the Great Mother smiling.

I knew, the birds too, magpie, ducks, ones

With black eyes. That there’s no secret, goodness that something,

That beauty and love, are held within this whole

Greatness. And the men in their cars, can have

The universe they don’t know, I’ll be here,

Beside her, who feeds me with love, me reverence.

And then thru it you come, in your car,

In that moment, breaking thru, the face of my

Goddess, queen of love, the reason for woman, for Life.