Calling

You have to respect
the maniacal joy
of a magpie,
in the middle of this grey drizzly day.
Her, don’t-give-a-shit secret,
she flies with,
feeds on,
follows.
Whatever you do,
has to be enough,
has to be its own reward,
or it is no reward.
As lonely as that may be.
This world will never
fully ratify,
what some larger presence
demands of you.
And so I say,
follow your inner magpie.