Singing Together

Light on leaves
Golden – gold on golden
On the café patio
The sun falls on my sweater
My near-white hair
The plaid shirt of the guy
In front of me
With his latte

The sky is a blessing
The blue we inherit
After three cloudy days

I want a crow
To land in front of me
Right now
This moment
Harbinger of doom or magic
Fingerprint on the world
Our world
The one we cohabit

Not the bricks
Or wooden tables
Not the sidewalks
Or the stores

I want this crow to cry out
Here! Now! Awake! Fly!
So I can roll my tongue back
And say
Caw! Caw! Caw!
And for once
We’ll be in pure harmony