MISFITS
A conspiracy of ravens — Poetry by Aden Thomas
MISFITS
By Aden Thomas Strange that all these mornings I’ve never heard the ravens’ caws coming in pairs or threes, cutting through the cold like wind through a slower wind. Their tiny breath clouds like my own clouds of breath. Their secret language like the secret dialogues I carry in my head. They huddle on the grass against the fog, their feathers heavy like black cloaks, a band of dark misfits turning towards me, their cobalt eyes a summons, a lost city. Some legends are too small to know, a conspiracy of ravens, their flight in the shapes of stars, a chase of light, the fusion of it all. I step out to the grass, my own misfit, where I was going, forgotten, my arms as light as feathers, unknown and bound for sky.
Pushcart Prize nominee Aden Thomas has published in The Kentucky Review, Gyroscope Review, The Avalon Literary Review, The Red River Review, San Pedro Review, Third Wednesday, Up The Staircase Quarterly, Turtle Island, Skylark Review, The Virginia Normal, and The Yellow Chair Review. His first book of poems, What Those Light Years Carry, was published in 2017.
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