The Crow Road

by Larissa Reid

You’re awa’ the crow road
Or the crow track, perhaps,
To be more exact.
You’re awa’
While the mountains remain,
      stoic,
            conquered,
                      defied,
Until now.
You’re awa’
As the crow flies
Drawn lines across maps
Desks strewn with plans for past, present and future
Treks out of paper onto rock,
Pencil lines to endless, stretching contours.

Outside the window, dawn breaks,
And the rooks peel away from their roosts
Like you did from us on many a dawn.
But will do no more.
May they take care of you
From on high
As they follow their set paths
Out across the sky.