Harbinger

I no longer yield to 

life’s uncertainties, though I 

am challenged 

by shifting pathways, 

my primal algorithms 

altered at the speed 

of hummingbird 

wings 

until I seek sanctuary.

Plunged into hallowed 

woodlands where stalwart 

trees shroud my dreams

in secrecy. 

Untouched by wrathful 

tides threatening the affairs 

of mortals, ushered in by 

the harbinger’s gaze 

of a blue-eyed albatross, 

soaring far above our chaos.