Hold Like Owls

Hold Like Owls

42 Hold Like Owls You wear your hair like curtains, drawn down to sigh, a word you could go on without translating, breath the throat can’t own and chest won’t keep.Your eyes hold like owls, but they’re blue: the difference between the bird and girl. Rocks drawn down a mountain leave shadows of your face, found centuries before. It’s too dark to tell if pink held your cheeks even then.Throat can’t own what’s in the air.The sky’s as tired as you are now and have been before.Why do you think the river holds so many stones?Wear your hair down your shoulder.The air singing clings to, mouths won’t bottle for tiny ships. No, the birds still wander without translating arias of their own. Wings look effortless.Try singing out loud and mouth the words that won’t come, until you wear your hair like curtains, drawn down to curl against your cheeks, a score of its own. ...