In the middle of the night a couple of evenings ago, I heard this line of poetry in my head:
There comes a time you leave a place…
I made myself get up and write it down because I knew I would forget.
Yesterday morning on the way back from my music lesson, I saw a wood stork flying above the road over Harlem Heights. I felt there was a poem there. Ever since my workshop with Nick Flynn, I have been paying close attention to images that stay with me. This wood stork is one. Not only that, but my friend Laurie and I had a short conversation about wood storks yesterday. Coincidence? I don’t think so!
Today I combined these into a poem, which includes a lyric from a song that naturally seemed to fit right in.
There comes a time
you leave a place
take time to just listen.
The energy swirling around you
has a purpose.
The wood stork wafts over the road
intent to fly against the draft,
and is pushed back.
Be one with the wind,
and let the spirit take you
where your heart wants to go.