Cold Owls — Field Poem After 60 Million Years of Snow, Wind, and Silence
Cold Owls — Field Poem After 60 Million Years of Snow, Wind, and Silence Cold Owls — 60 Million Years of Snow, Wind, and Silence A field-poem written where temperature erases sound. I. The World That Has No Walls In the open tundra, there is nowhere to hide. No trees. No shadows. Only sky pressed onto snow. Here lives the Snowy Owl — a body shaped not to disappear, but to become weather. II. Eyes Built for Distance Its eyes are not night-eyes alone. They are daylight instruments, for a land without shelter. Snow reflects light upward. The owl does not blink. It measures breath across kilometers. III. Wind Is Not an Obstacle Wind here is constant — a pressure, not an event. Wings do not fight it. They surr...