Barred Owl —Samuel Green
—Valentine's Day, 2016
Had it not been for the sound of something
rustling, I might not have looked up
into rain & seen it there, just folding
its wings back into place after shaking
off the wet, its head turned round
staring at me, face a bit heart-
shaped, looking nearly as tired & soaked
as I felt myself. I stood there, wringing
dirty water from my slick leather work
gloves, thinking how love comes in & out
of focus like that, a sudden shudder
of sound, a movement of the landscape
that doesn’t seem to belong, & there
it is: those eyes that miss nothing, refusing
to be startled, seeing everything clearly.