Renée Owen

Waking Up

Headlines of another shooting cling to remnants of my dream along with tattered threads of a flag past its prime morphing into a ball of pale yarn unraveling into a mad impulse to weave the flyaway strands and smooth my ruffled animal fur  with wet paws before I bolt fully awake remembering all the to do’s and on a lark I drop the list to drive out into the hills heartbeat slowing as the road ascends then unwinds switching back through trees dead and dying but thousands more alive rustling in a too hot wind against the indigo sky around a mountain lake in a meadow the clear light four doe and the tiniest speckled fawn not knowing about snipers or wildfires or viruses waiting to take her down as she nibbles and plays carefree as we all want to be.

in the densest
part of the forest
I am you are god is

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About the Author

Renée Owen’s award-winning books include This One Life (Backbone Press), Alone On A Wild Coast (Snapshot Press), and Scent of the Past. . . Imperfect (Two Autumns Press).