Morning Sojourn

Crow cries out,
cry for morning prayer.
So easy it is to believe
that the day is certain.

The haze has not yet
burned off the fields
and there’s still some mystery
in the not-quite-daylight.

Here’s where the magic comes;
deep thought and intuition.
Set the day into motion
with a word.

With an arcane gesture;
rising at the foot
of the seat of knowledge
to greet the infinite possibility.

Climb the branches
of this living tree,
looking out
over what could be.

Get our bearings
and get on our way.
forward is any direction
that is not yesterday.

HG – 2018

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