“Even the Raven” by Kathleen Jamie:
The grey storm passes
a storm the sea wakes from
then soon forgets . . .surf plumes at the rocks –
wave after wave, each
drawing its own long fetch– and the hills across the firth –
golden, as the cloud lifts –yes
it’s here, everythingyou wanted, everything
you insisted on –Even the raven,
his old crocked voiceasks you what you’re waiting for
(From The Overhaul © 2012 by Kathleen Jamie. Used by permission of Graywolf Press. Photo by John Morgan)
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