Driving between two
crows isn't
necessarily auspicious,
or a fat red ladybug
showing up when the sky
is full of moon, but
somehow they are today
signs of a universe trying
to soothe me, an
ethereal balm meant to
pull me near and whisper,
"it's ok, you're ok...",
signs of life, and love—
a letter from the home
we vaguely remember now
Feels like a mother's palm
between the shoulderblades--
a warm love transmission
delivered when needed
as morning birdsong,
and fields of fireflies,
and cooling laughter in
sweet summer twilight rain.
