an owl's wings warns me what not to expect
sitting by a creek balanced on a rock, chilled. Every moment my
life, subsuming and summing up all my other lives,
defers to sequestered places like this: not hidden, not readily
Too hoary to be nostalgic,
I feel like Odysseus, that great bear who told me he had an experience with a similar creature only in
another country. I responded by asking what country? 'The Philippines'
he replied....He told me he had seen a massive hairy creature the
Filipinos call the 'Kapre.' It is pronounced "cup-pray"
and set upon a tumultuous
sea, returned to another life.
aches the terr
itory of meta
phor and dre
am I pray—
Let me evolve