vastly different worlds

could be I vibe different these days
calmer, sweeter, or just bloody tired and not much of a threat
babies like you tend to fly away shrieking
but you stayed
watched me from rooftops and overhead branches
watched my dog roll and snort
scratch his back in the dry summer grass of the park

"do you know who I am?" I call into the trees
and you nod in your raven way
and drop bits of moss in my direction

two different worlds, my life
two vastly different worlds
my wild and slow
and my busy quick city with too many sounds and not enough hockey
but I'm learning

a cycle
a rhythm
a pulse
the city an inhalation
the nature a release
a balance
as delicate and strong as an ecosystem
or a baby raven on a branch