Owl Knowing How
How do I know
to let all fly?
In dreams awake
my blinkish eye
sees wise an owl
leaves tree afar
in my own soul’s
graphed isobar.
Waking, walking…
need hydration
while seeking state
of my nation.
Who, hoo am I
that you I match?
We both know how
as nest knows thatch.
NOTE: This poem was produced by Kate Gray’s call to write this morning (www.kategraywrites.com/event/writing-together-every-day-at-9am/). The prompt was “You know how.” From the prompt, I heard “ow, ow, ow” and “who, who, hoo,” so I thought, “owl.” Just before the writing session, I was thinking about one of my favorite topics: How in both sleeping and waking a human manages one personality along the timeline that is being given attention. So no, I really don’t know how…but maybe the owl knows how? Or…maybe only the thatch of a nest knows something we don’t know.
