Ravens Rise

Ravens Rise

Two ravens rise from the canyon below

Banking and reeling,

Carried on cliff-baked thermals.

I sit above them on my own warmed bluff,

Looking down on their glistening backs

As they chatter and clack,

Freedom,

freedom...

Above them, vertical tribes of red stone stare towards the horizon,

Scanning for the One who warms their faces,

The One who reminds them of the Ancient Way, the good path.

Heat from these stone clans

Lifts the ravens

Up, in thermal twirl and spin.

Their liberty sourced from the immovable,

the solid,

the eternal.