A Rhapsody’s Silhouette

 ( after Wendell Berry )  
  
        
Overhead,        
a crow and I connect        
as his black silhouette        
wings its way        
by glory of midday.        
       
But he won’t know        
about you and I, my love        
in his trajectory above.       
   
Made closer by his tack,        
he knows not of us        
nor we of each passing,        
with black wings        
beating a message        
in the sun.        
       
Though far apart you & I        
we  share the sight        
of one sweeping        
blue & midnight sky,        
beyond the tops of        
trees, the crested hills.       
       
Until, and always,        
the curve of the earth,        
its horizons        
as the crow flies;        
the rhapsody        
that draws us still.