watching me, eyes bring black, gleaming
Crow read my inner shadows
I begged her for help. . .
Crow came, intent, fearless. Gentle
into that passage
where I had first tasted of life, my mother’s milk,
and with my first breath
had heard the old sour sound of her weeping
As bidden,
Crow saw into me
she came for my soul
that dark space where truth waited
she opened her beak
darted down inside my throat
grabbed me by my navel
turned me inside out
dropped me into her womb
pulled me toward her heart
As I fell into her darkness I heard Crow laugh
she broke my old, shuddering rhythm
retching, I strove with her and she with me
her power pulsed
my skin sagged
my bones broke
she pinned me to her gaze
held me in her secretive glow
devoured my darkness
Have you listened lately, to Crow?
she speaks clearly, but
do you hear her?
Crow’s laughter broke my innocence
while, at the moment of birth I lay, dying
my beauty of origin shattered
I was lost from the beginning
Crow knew what I sought –
she brought with her
my own new light, my honor, my birthright.
I found myself lingering within her eye,
within that everlasting shine
