Belonging

I peruse all the writers' workshops, research ways to affiliate with religious communities, wonder where I fit these days. There is no ready answer. I do know it is not time to leap into something. I remember past decisions, to leave, to join. I realize again no action is called for... now. The seagull overhead is appealing, but the crows, the crows are more present. The crows offer companionship.

I watch the crows

In the backyard

Hope they bring me back

To some semblance

Of normal.

A seagull flies way overhead.

The crows go about

Their crow business.

Here we are

They seem to say

Join us

For the time being.

Have you ever thought

Of being a crow?

Perhaps you belong to us.