ravening in the pines

i'm over here

in the tree

you can't see me 

so i make this sound

you look around

i could be over there

where the other raven is talking

i see you making black scratches

hear that sound

and the wind in the pines surrounds

down below saying nothing but this

because i'm just talking because i have this 

voice in the silence soughing

silent scratching or a prayer

you need

not say any more

you're here with me

stranger

you're no stranger here

all i know without knowing

you are not making

a list of 

plans you'll try

to cross off

if you can find it again

i'll appreciate you being here

with that purpose alone while

you compose yourself and

compost the world