Needing a Sign

Restlessness accompanies me
on the sojourn today –
unfazed by ripe red
belly of robin,
or shimmering emerald
of breeding merganser’s crown.

My lens seeks out decay –
rotting wood, darkened cavities –
as if my soul craves reassurance
that life persists even where death
hovers – I need a sign.

Discontent, I move on –
drive the river road,
snail pace – praying for
something to shake
this malaise –
birds come and go,
trees radiate Spring green,
I pause, unmoved.

And then I spot it –
across the river, high up –
a massive hulk –
lens raises, adjusts, snaps –
the regal hunter turns towards me,
regards me with ferocious intensity,
does not falter on his perch –

All-seeing, fearless,
he is spirit-manifested,
a messenger, lifting me
from stagnation –
momentary redemption.

(Linking up with my weekly challenge:  in-between.)

 

 

 

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

25 thoughts on “Needing a Sign”

  4. Gorgeous! When we see an eagle we get excited and stop to take photographs and just view the scene. We are amazed at all the cars that whiz by and never see this mighty bird.

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  5. Moving at snail pace … allowing the eyes to slowly scan for a sign … this is metaphor for how to live. I’ve been scurrying all over the place today … missing any messenger who might’ve been near … until now, opening your post, confronted with: need to s l o w d o w n !
    (Thanks – I needed that.)

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  6. Wow! That’s some pose! A sign for sure…your poem of despair to a glimmer of hope…really touched me. I believe that happening upon an experience like that is more than just coincidence.

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  7. Love this poem about searching for a “sign” and finding one. Sometimes the search is in vain and I half expected the poem to end with no sign being found…Thank you for sharing your search.

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