A raucous flock circles above
my writing house, then disappears
as quickly as it came.
Their noise gone, the sky quieted,
they having announced what
they came to announce, I couldn’t
grasp the meaning of the caws
but the sense was oracular:
I got that. The sense of foreboding
I understood. How much time?
remains unanswered, the directive
to focus in each moment
as it turns to the next,
filling it with small works
well and completely done.