The Raven Looks At Me Poem by Zyw Zywa

The raven in the elder
holds out longer than I do
to experience each other's soul
without blinking

What's the news
that she comes to get from me
what is it that she brings me?
I remember

the Queen Mother, the smile
at her kind words
that thrones falter
because of their own growth

steps are added
to descend with older knees

to the birds and the bees
the plodding of the people
their powerlessness and better knowing
and the ravens everywhere