Is Charlie Brown believing again and again that Lucy won’t pull the football away from him.
My uncle once said that faith was believing in something that you knew was not true. In this case, though, I really believed. I believed it would all unfold as planned.
That first morning, Mazie and I, the raven in tow, made our way back to the Holy Cow. Mazie and I settled down with cups of coffee and hot chocolate. We waited until Michael the owner came around.
He remembered us from the month before. Excited, grateful to have an ally, I ushered him outside and opened the car. He looked inside and saw Poe inside the carrier.
Holy shit, he said.
He got it. And I was so grateful to no longer be alone. For he felt the awe.
I set to explaining how Poe had been held captive by the rehabilitator and that it was no good, and how –
You fucking stole him, he interrupted. He grinned. That’s so cool, he said, adding that we’d fit in just fine here.
He looked in again at the poor bird. You can’t keep him in there, he said. Bring him into the coffee shop.
And that I did. And like that the three of us set at the table, health codes and wildlife regulations be damned, with Poe the raven holding court over all and customers coming forward and stopping dead in their tracks. My god, each one said.
For those highly social birds are of their own world and not of ours, and though parallel, they scant intersect. To be here in a coffee house on main street sebastopol, why to come full face with his claw-like beak and opal eyes and the impenetrable sheen of his blackness. Poe was the ineffable born into flesh, and that day in the coffee shop, customers wanted only to be near him. They wanted to touch it.
Mazie made friends with Michael’s daughter, Loren. They made plans to get together and hang out. They talked about the schools they would be going to.
Strangers approached and gave us their phone numbers, they had ideas of how to help. They offered homes where he could stay.
That is what home feels like. We had found safe harbor.