Melissa Prunty Kemp

30 Day Poetry Challenge: National Poetry Writing Month

DAY 8

 

Catching a Hawk Feather

 

Crush of work, chained to the chair getting hemorrhoids kind of work. Phone kept vibrating—friends calling to love me, or tell me or their grand plans to change their paper pushing drudgery. I tried to rest from all that, take a nap. Sleep it off.

 

The horoscope said that I needed to spend the next few weeks “finding my home.” I heard an owl today in the buffering radio silence, saw a red-tailed hawk. It dropped a feather. Be wise and look further. I’ve read the tarot four times, asking it for the pathway to deer, wild turkeys, tomato patches. The answer to that is maybe.

 

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