Bearded Crow*


Perilously perching

on the topmost limb

wings askew for ballast

the bearded crow


stares down the gorge

and slowly up the cliff

then sideways back again

puzzled whether he


has steam to enough

to glide the sky to paradise

before daylight's done

when clouds eclipse


the highway home,

lingering interminably

for the wind to shift,

caught at mid-life.


*JOUVERT 5(2) (March 2001).