JAMES OWENS
Journey
An owl, darkness
shifting pale
into moonlight, tilts
from her perch,
glides perfectly
to a small thing,
a squeal and silence.
Wind touches a few hanging leaves.
The moon draws back
on its spindly legs.
The owl tears and
swallows,
swivels her gaze
around the hard, stripped
bones of the trees,
rises through empty cold.
James Owens divides his time between Wabash (Indiana) and Northern Ontario. His chief interests are metaphysical disquiet, suspicion of language and watching small objects moved about by wind, such as scraps of paper, leaves and the surfaces of puddles. His poems, translations and photographs have been published widely, including recent appearances in Poetry Ireland, The Cortland Review and The Chaffey Review. James's blog, Ein Klage-Himmel, can be found here: http://circumstanceandmagic.blogspot.ca/
