Recurring Dream Theme, Reflecting Mimesis by Penn Kemp
by Steven McCabe
As owl hoots through a spangled sky,
I slip from the dominant design of vision
to sleep doubling to dream, fallen into ear.
Atuned. Ear prints’ whispered lineage
alerts us to evolutionary danger even
as awareness expands beyond my scope.
Dropping off, all ears, I tune in, transform
visual illusion for glamorous aural chimera
wondering where Beauty disappeared in the clamour.
Duplicity entrances, the diversity of
possible beings that inhabit the world,
whose lives are played below our sight-
line. They know their path and do not
deviate. We who’ve taken wrong turns
over and over since the Neolithic watch
in wonder. And wonder how to return
to such simple complexities with intact
consciousness. The jewel in our crown,
that we know we know, we do not wish
to lose in merging with all that could be.
Night rustles outside our window, murmurs
and squeaks. Whimpers follow outraged
raccoon yowl. Orange and black streak
across the dark pane I can’t see through
into night creatures’ world, conjuring
interlaced smells of skunk, mouse, bat
disturbing our neighbour hound’s nose.
Scent leads a trail to territorial war, deep
enmities nurtured throughout the long wee
hours before dawn lifts that velvet cloth to
reveal grey, seeping shade back to clarity.
Daylight cicada notions begin threading a
brightening air. Dragonflies wing-web
the pond. Inside I still dream of prowling
tigress, White Goddess stalking the dark.
Penn Kemp is London, Ontario’s inaugural Poet Laureate.