two ravens rest
on a hydro line
strokes of pink dawn brush
across the early morning sky

talons curl around
smooth black rubber-wrapped filament
that dips and rises along
a never-ending vertical parade
of perpendicular poles
that shrink
inevitably
into the horizon

the ravens exchange a glance
one nods
they fly away

 

Energy moves in cycles, circles, spirals, vortexes,
whirls, pulsations, waves, and rhythms—rarely, if ever,
in simple straight lines.

― Starhawk