November 5*

hale’s passage

drifting but determined fog
filtering and prisming the late morning sun
into auras and shafts and crystal spectre

like a slowly moving storm of white light
revealing the splendor of the ordinary
obscuring what we once knew and ignored

               gulls frivol
               a lone raven
               gleaning the shoreline
               dips and crawks three times
               raises and wafts toward me,
               gives a clear eyed look
               and veers off into the fog

*Copyright 2010 by Luther Allen. This poem appears in The View from Lummi Island.
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photo by Jay Taft