What Owl Blocks Your Rage

what owl blocks your rage
hiding sudden eyes
which map and wrack will see the night

whose passage and which frequency delight
which chasm and which reach and vast
relief was that you said

I want to know where the wild raft waits
underneath your hair

over there the bear and where the agony
exacts its rites
seas and changes wrung and friended
shards and rays
of dark

rich dark and numberless
waiting and wading through the waters round your house

whose uncle spied me
looking around for the moat
the mote of me understanding

what ardor reads the waves
and makes the bread
which claw corrupts the chief entombment of the steep beneath
pliable and straight

whose magic locks the door behind your hand

Robin Wyatt Dunn was born in Wyoming in 1979. He is a graduate student in creative writing at the University of New Brunswick, Canada. Read other articles by Robin, or visit Robin's website.