
In the Company of Pelicans
Ives Wittman
An inner haunting
Led me to see
The most important people
In my world did not care for me.
Unintended wounds lay trails
Lost in the dawning of a new
Creation.
I gaze
At the lake with reflections
of an emptying soul.
As the sun rises,
A flotilla of white pelicans
Advancing across the water
One leading as the others
Mirror and follow
In a line of formation.
An eternal moment in time,
A hollow man’s quiet desperation
Teeters while a calm restores
A universe accepts fleeting prayers
On reflections of water.
In the company of pelicans,
Hope returns suffering
The flashes of awe
And wonder.
