Witness

I hit a bird today driving too fast down a vacant road to somewhere I need to go when I hit a bird flying while driving but didn’t slow down until I did and turned back but how could I find the bird flying I hit while driving somewhere too fast on a road too empty and full with bush and grass while I am too full and empty on how to make amends to a bird I cannot find when driving somewhere I need to go and time is flying along the road where there is no bird and lots of bush and grass and full and empty thoughts of what to do to move to run to fix to

be.

I drive.

I breathe.

I breathe again.

I breathe deeper.

I stop.

Light and Shadow

move through me.

I dream of flying

soaring with Raven the sky beyond—

beyond the sorrow

beyond the darkness beyond

me. But Raven says no, go back

witness what cannot be undone.

I dream of sleeping

lying on Moss, water soft

and green with morning—

adrift in search for redempion

and the freedom beyond

me. But Moss says no, wake up

witness what is done.

Shadow and Light

move through me.

I dream of Rock and the trance

dissolves. Stillness wakes my heart.
I step inside and see

the bird, the bugs

dead on my windshield

the grass crushed

under my tires.

I stop. I breathe.

I bear witness.

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