the vultures

(a poem for my sister, Kendra)

I want you to be free to know, one day at a time, your life as it shall become.

Trust your eyes and the scent of things and give your feet over to that lit-path alone, one step at a time.

Don’t take;

not my advise, another’s advise or anything else born from outside your discovery.

Instead, eat what bread falls around us all.

‘Just enough to last from breakfast and to stretch into a dinner with unexpected guests when necessary. 

When we pulled away from the house this afternoon there were vultures circling overhead.

Ready to take what was to become theirs.

But the life is gone from that.