Brother Raven

by Jennifer Lemming

I met you at the Pow Wow, your hair not afro’d
but in long braids and your soft spoken words
telling me of your families coming together.

Later that day I see four ravens in a tree,
waiting for a sunset, moonrise or a breeze.

I ask them “what are your signs?”
A mouse , a lizard, a worm, a pecan.

I watch them taking flight,
with the stars of the Milky Way
reflecting off their black.