Raven Song I

Sometimes the Ravens come out of my drum

Talking and squawking and chirping and telling me things.

Making fun of my serious life, showing me that

I am still here and they too. Sometimes they

fly out of my drum in a small group of

one after the other just pop out of my drum.

and open their lips, those beaks, those throats and begin to sound.

I see them here telling me things in only a language we know.

There voices a comfort, a solace, a laughter

Of joy.

My stomach sings and smiles

My hear lifts ups and out Reaching for them

pulling them in. Joining in their raucous

On the way on their sound my heart

leaps. I, we are friends.

– Christiana Aro-Harle, 03/2020