I am
always only
partway there–
I know what to avoid
but not how
to release what has departed.
I used to chase the seasons–
now I wait for what is given–
intangible substances–
the perimeter expands,
the sky is higher,
placed carefully in the interval.
The predictable
always takes you by surprise–
you can still retreat
but you can’t follow any forecast–
the combinations are secret
and without form.
What remains is reflection–
the transient continually rearranged
into something resembling a life.
For Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above. Magpies seem to be one of those places where opposites meet. What we take away from them depends on what we bring.
K. 
I love this. Especially- I used to chase the seasons/now I wait for what is given. The patience that comes with living.
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Thanks Claudia. It definitely needs to be learned.
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You have captured this wise old bird perfectly, Kerfe. And I love the poem, particularly the closing thoughts.
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Thanks Sue. Like crows, I think magpies are unfairly maligned. They do command respect though.
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So do I… and magpies are beautiful birds.
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Wow! I like how your bird is revealed in your poem and your artwork is amazing as always! 😃
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Thanks Jill. Birds are always inspiring.
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Beautiful, beautiful!
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