POETRY

Reflection Canyon

Earlier today

I envied a raven

as he flew into the late afternoon light

over Reflection Canyon.

 

I called out to him in a loud voice

that echoed through the canyon,

"hey buddy!"

It felt good to say that.

"How does it feel to be free?"

But he never responded.

 

In the silence

I knew the answer,

and it was better that way.