The Echolocation of Owls

Transformation–a theme that seems to crop up in again and again in my work. Here is a poem called “The Echolocation of Owls” that focuses on blending sound and sense:

The Echolocation of Owls

An owl calls through the spruce trees,
encrypting his thoughts in the wind.
I try to tune to that frequency, tune
until the translation escapes white noise.

I lie back in the deep grass, let
my breath slow to the pace of clouds.
I stare into the dark branches
that flow in those phantom waves.

Wherever I was going will have to wait
for these pictures in currents of sound.
I close my eyes and listen
to the shape of voices sliding over air.

Note: Poem first published in Third Wednesday in 2014.


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