Crow Friday: Some Days

Some days

It’s hard

To spread my wings

To get off the ground

Some days

I don’t have it in me

The willingness to take flight

The inspiration to soar high

Some days

I have to convince myself

Of what I have to do

Where I have to be

Some days

I have to forget

Ignore how I feel

Minimize my tired mood

Some days

I have to push myself

In a straightforward way

“Just do it,” I tell myself

“Do it anyway.”

Crow Friday: Hangin’ on the Eastside

Hangin’ on the Eastside

Of a Mexican neighborhood.

I’m just chillin’ by the library,

Across from the corner store.

When it’s sunny, I could see

The mountains from here.

I could see the marine layer

Moving slowly across the sky

Like a magic carpet ride.

One day I’m just goin’ to hop on it

Ride it to where it goes,

Relax my overworked wings,

Float over the canyon below.

And when the mist descends

I’ll circle,  glide and return

Back to my neighborhood

Where there’s plenty of crow

And enough food and twigs

To go around.

Crow Friday: On the Fence

Leaning back then forth

My talons grip the wood

My wings oiled and prepared

Should I stay or fly

I guess I’ll know

Or not know

If I need coaxing

Or persuading one way

Or convinced to do the other

When the wind blows right

When the stars are aligned

When I tire of straddling

My journey will resume

My movements will follow

In one quick instant

Or not.