Part of my Feb 2024 Dream Poems project.
How To Find It
A tree, its bark noticed last week, is misplaced
then noticed again, the day unfocused
that’s how it often is
focus bearing a blindspot
towards the unexpected and what
in the living world is not unexpected
when it comes down to it
you could hunt for years a saw-whet owl
brimming from a tree’s hollow
then, distracted, glance up at the call of a crow
to find that fixed and yellow eye staring back,
just there, seen
walking today, the end of a long stroll,
I turned toward the tree without thinking
about the tree and there it was, the tree
with the bark – not the owl, not yet –
an accident waiting to happen and maybe
the tree awaited me, caught the curve
of my aimless eye suddenly and
awakened me the way that morning does:
washing the pale residue of the night now lost
and verging toward oblivion, ghostly leavings
unseen except slant
© M Wms 2024
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