Moving Through
Who could have known this would be us.
Ghosts on a road trip.
The way the dead have entered me and suddenly I am many crows
in one crow, feasting on the beautiful dropped prey of this hawk-life.
What we have left.
Driving into another cold town in the middle of the night
I stop for two deer picking through the crystals of ice
that keep forming.
They vanish. You don’t.
I only have to speak your name in the rhythm of wheels that push
me across this unimaginable land
and you have not left.
Broken only to vision.
As if the frozen lakes I am passing were not
clear water underneath.
CATHERINE OWEN is a Vancouver BC writer/poet who has published nine collections of poetry and one of prose. She has been nominated for the Air Canada award and the BC Book Prize and has won the Alberta Literary Award. She works as an editor and bass player. These poems are from a manuscript in progress, Cineris, about the death of her spouse, Chris Matzigkeit (1981-2010).