At Home with Odin
It's morning,
A bright sun rising, clear sky.
Hugin and Munin are ready
The world beckons
Off to school I like to think,
Eager, tireless, off on their lonely flights,
My children, the best of me scanning the Earth.
My one eye lacks perspective,
I have no depth perception
I'm not what I was, hunting for meaning,
One just gets by.
Right side, left side of the brain:
What can I make of this flat map,
Can never make a true projection?
Cannot reconcile the images that circle
Looking for a way to make sense
To shape a picture from the cues
The facts to shape to truth.
So off they go, my brave ones,
My gleaming black sky riders
Pure purpose, unerring
To the end of the world
And back for supper
Unscathed, to give the news.
