The lone crow on the lone pole
where the weathervane used to whirl
insinuates my need for misdirection.
He is an arrow of skittish attention,
of scant intention: the cock and hop,
the flick and caw toward anything
on the wind. Now angling east, now
south by southwest, he designates
with beak then disagreeing tail feathers,
with a lean-to and a shoulder scrunch,
with an attitude from his beady black eye—
as if he were ever the one to judge.
And once he’s spun like a pin on a binnacle
past all points of some madcap inner compass—
once the clouds have bowed to push on
and the grasses waved their gratefulness—
he unfurls the shifty sails of his wings,
and the breeze relieves him of his post.
D. R. James’s latest of nine collections are Flip Requiem (Dos Madres Press, 2020), Surreal Expulsion (The Poetry Box, 2019), and If god were gentle (Dos Madres Press, 2017), and his micro-chapbook All Her Jazz is free, fun, and printable-for-folding at Origami Poems Project. He lives in the woods near Saugatuck, Michigan. His author page: https://www.amazon.com/author/drjamesauthorpage