I followed the tree-lined creek, above which two owls
silently glided and came to a clearing where perched
on a limb was one of the owls: vigilant, unruffled. Sat

as the
owl's
head
slow
ly
swivel
ed

while the long moon drifts / toward Asia
and the river mutters / in its icy bed.

 

My ancestors didn't turn west into Europe but crossed
the Bab-el-Mandeb Strait, then north to the Steppes of
Asia. Did they leave families and their progeny behind?

I left this question for "the question which
one must at all costs find a way to answer.”

 

 

while the long moon: J. Haines. From, "If The Owl Calls Again."
the question: A. Badiou, Preface to Q. Meillassoux, After Finitude. London, 2008.