turkey vultures, suddenly i see
on my horizon, grace-
fully they glide a path, circular
seeking yet unknowing, trust
no linear determination here and
now, no striving to move forward flap
and flutter, falter
but on instinctive, opened wings
they’re carried by the wind,
the same that blows this
drape back from my eyes, my chin
uplifted as i watch them rise
to dance their request o’er me
and i say yes
yes to the off’ring rich they see
in me a feast am i
so many deaths have littered my terrain
but bleeding touched becomes
placental sustenance
upon which Love may dine
my own arms now extend
in welcoming embrace
of these so recently maligned, despised
received
for i recognize them too,
as me
their hungering acceptance of my life as gift
no moment wasted
each pain-filled death transformed
into a wedding feast
that We may be nourished in our union
and that these broken wings
may fly.
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