an omen.

we are a pendulum, forward and backward

belief and disbelief, knowing

the sun always rises

then sets in the west

my eyes are diverted to the sky

the silhouette of a large bird,

the pitch of his calls remind me

my heart thinks in symbolism

and my mind assumes

he is in search of carrion

I blink and the Big Sky

swallows me whole

a lost northern girl, consumed

by the firmament

quietly, I am smothered

in the belly of the tundra

and your tail lights compete

with the rising sun

© december 2011 heather brager