Woman and Crow

Water, bone, bed, bedrock—  

whatever is underneath, below what’s below. 

Sudden touchable quiet, shadow

of a shadow. Weather. Sadness turning

ordinary. Nameless illness coming on.

A knock at the door so gentle

it could be anything. Distance.

The just thing not said, or said too late

or said exactly and without mercy.

Wind rising. Whatever might rise.

~Dan Colburn