Friday, August 4, 2023

“So Much Depends”

The cardinal flew across the road

in front of me, a blur of red

 

but precise in its flight as I added

meaning to the moment,

 

something about spring, something

about what comes again,

 

something about the faithfulness 

of returning.  It could have been

 

a moment of conversion, my Damascus

road experience.  Or simply 

 

a cardinal flying deeper into the woods

to the other side of the road.

 

-Byron Hoot

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