stairs extraordinarily normal.
Then this evening a ravens call unexpected.
Slow and languid, lonely, and bereft.
A prescribed cadence anchored through time, oblivious to all.
Ancient lands, dawns and dusks long since passed.
How raw a thing that call, untamed, primordial, archetypal.
To me, a dweller in the suburban now, it is a lifeline thrown from reality,
an immediate awakening connection, like warm skin touching cold steel,
…and truth, eternal.