Landmark

The trees clack & sway as I walk between them. Cloud- shadows race over the ridge, making the sun flicker like a movie projector. It’s thirty years ago, or twenty. It’s just last week. I hear a harsh cry & look up. Right overhead, a raven — out flying, I’m sure, for the sheer hell of it — kites sideways & upside-down into the wind. It keeps pace with me for half a minute, as one might navigate by any predictable thing.