Our dreams are like crows:
messengers from the other side.
They get about as much respect.
We’re not pleased with their harsh voices
or the carrion they strew.
I have heard crows mock a dozen other birds.
The shadows, it seems, do not speak directly.
And just so, dreams. Their dark lightning gashes
the rounded landscapes of our well-kept souls.
Their wild voices mock our measured tones.
Early on, Kathleen Smith had the good fortune to encounter a wide variety of working poets. Influenced most by the Montana poets, Kathleen has been writing since 1965. Recent retirement in Roslyn has freed up more time for writing.