Dreaming of Owls
by Al Maginnes

     
    The owl is one mask that fits
    when you sleep. He stoops in the wounded branch
    of a lightning-split oak, descends,
    claws open, on mares that gallop
    in dreams that don’t have borders,
    the gate meant to hold them open
    as a scream. Somewhere, in that part
    of the dream where you can’t follow,
    an owl tangles in the unshorn mane
    of a horse running blind toward the smell
    of water. Dwelling in dreams requires
    a faith in the unknown that gets harder
    as we age into bodies marked by
    their own strikes and wounds. If
    no bird mistakes you for prey, neither
    will any land on your back and spread
    wings as your run toward
    the deep root of your thirst.
    
Packingtown Review – Vol. 18, Fall 2022

Al Maginnes has published four chapbooks and nine full length collections of poetry, including 2021's The Beasts That Vanish. Recent poems appear in Lake Effect, Xavier Review, American Journal of Poetry and many others. He lives in Raleigh NC.

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