I smile as I look at you from a distance
still standing on the fence post – motionless.
I gave you such life –
named you Hawk and
endowed you with beauty and
even spoke to you of it.
I watched you not moving thorough
downpours and wind.
I brought you into my meditation and
allowed you to endow me with
groundedness, unwavering motionlessness
I took your archetype as a power animal
who would lend me powerful wings
and keen vision.
My friend still laughs about
my telling her not to disturb you
on her walk and make you fly -
so then perhaps our other friend
coming later in the day
would still be able to see you –
after all, you had been there for hours!
She got close enough to see
that you were just a wooden Owl
nailed to a fence post!
What else am I not looking at
closely enough to cause me
to harbor misperceptions?!?
© Diane Harner
|Carved owl at Prestbury railroad station, Cheshire, UK|
Photo by Danny Molyneux
from Wikimedia Commons