
Snapped on the day in question.
It’s probably a good thing I walk
through an empty courtyard in the morning.
Nobody hears me as I talk to the sky.
An empty, expectant blue, I say,
“Show me the magic!”
Clouds appear — a long loop of altocumulus,
two layers of cirrus filaments, crosswise.
I set my lunch bag and travel mug of Panamanian
down on a bench and snap
a picture on my phone.
Gathering my stuff, I know
it’s going to be a good day.
Then Harbinger, the crow, flies
over me bare feet above me — laughing.
Ah, yes! I think, this is going to be a better day.
* * *
Sarah is behind the bar at dVerse Poets Pub, hosting Poetics. The magic word tonight is, “Harbinger.”