Flap of 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 in sight.

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.

As dawn appro
aches
the terr
itory of meta
phor and dre
am
I pray—

Let me evolve
                   this way. 

 

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