In the after, there were dreams–
We stood together–
and apart, divisions growing
as the wind asked why
~to a silent blue sky~
I gaze–but birdsong floats in a melody
of light and shadows. Here
time never stops,
as past and future merge, and an eagle soars
over my head, into tomorrow.
My poem from the Oracle. She knows everything. I took the photo this morning, and an eagle did fly right over me.