A Distance

I walked in the night last night.....thinking.

Turning ....emerald eyes peering through curls of shining red hair, I winced as the Raven landed upon my hand. Tilting its head I could not discern intent as its wings fluttered and expanded and a penetrating beam of light glimmered from its eye. Perhaps thinking I was lost its wing engulfed my heart, claws scratching my skin....liquid red flowing..... dripping downward... first puddling on a leaf then splattered across the forest floor of my soul.

We shared a moment.....the Raven wondering of me and I of it. The trek from its home and my abode somewhat distant, somewhat different.... Raven knows not that I run wild and carry the many expressions of choice not to play only its game.....but to share mine...raising a palm to my forehead I search. Inside a river constantly flows, searching its own ocean...whilst emotions run like the crimson pink of salmon racing upstream....within. As the sun is to the moon .... the right brain to the left .....there are no rules....there are no structures there are no boundaries.....only the serenity of completeness lounging in a bed of tranquility and peacefulness. Oh Raven.....you do not know me....you have not flown from your urban perch far enough nor high enough to capture the essence of the loon's call across the fibre optic. Noise surrounds you and I sit calmly watching the sparks of expression light up the night with my lone candle. Flap your wings...the currents are interesting and the other wildlife twist their necks. The ephemeral little butterfly you want floats beyond your grasp smiling....too having had its own experiences....unwilling to simply be grabbed and placed in a jar...its delicate wings placidly flickering.

Standing in the darkness, coyotes howling and screeches heard in the distance I lean against a tree. Its bark is rough and chiseled, cold and rubbing my back against it with a smile......thinking ....no Raven......you do not know me......You have not asked...only inferred.....heard what you heard and concluded incorrectly because you feel night is yours alone. My need is not to rule the night but flow with it in the hopes it eventually arrives at the mornings sunshine holding my hand. It is one continuum ....in my world the rainbows light up the night....no fears. As dawn arrives will the Raven be asleep? For the wolves may have arrived and I've gone off dancing with them. The forest is large with many undulating hills and winding trails ....narrow creeks....different scents permeate the air......we traverse the night but likely do not know anything about each other at all ....... zero. Looking across the prairie plain southward....smiling...I know you are there....can you see the expression on my face? Did you know my heart longs and weeps?

Distance exisits between us because expectation disorients connection..........what is needed cannot be guessed, one must stand still enough to know it is already there...... what is desired remains a dream never started....because Raven....you have it all figured out. Fly off sweet one....I'd rather share together harmoniously embraced than as a pinch of salt to increase the taste one night.