The Resolve

The Resolve

I sat here, thinking of you, and

rocking in the same old way I'd always seen you do.

Watching those glassy droplets has always been, for me,

so telling- they always come in abundance when time is solemn.

You said a raven came the day that Grandpa left...and you knew.

For me, it was the thick-blanket sheets of snow the world needed-that

pure whiteness- because you were gone.

You and I, we knew the earth-and-we were somehow in tune- could hear

the whispers many overlooked...God leaving little presents for us with the trees and birds...

And who am I to share it all with now?

When sights and signs take over reason and rule...to understand what we knew... I may never find another, no , most likely not.

Rocking in that rhythm maybe you could have kept, I look out at places maybe you have tread.

Hoping maybe, to catch a glimpse somehow of you instead.

Nothing, ever is the same I'm learning.

But if I could ask you just one more thing...

I'd ask if you could still hear the ravens sing.

-Elena McCoy ( original writing)