Spirit Animal
I do not know
what he keeps saying
as he tilts his head
toward my outstretched hand
and hums in an alto voce
only the owl outside seems to understand,
his eyes half-masted and slow blinking
in utter satisfaction.
Hauling myself up,
picking my way down
stairs, I am a drupe about to split.
I can’t get the words out,
if ever there was language.
This is quiet old age arriving on my stoop,
stealthy as he is.
I open the door.
“May as well come in,” I say,
charmed by the chestnut bird
he’s brought me.
Julia Wendell’s new collection of poems, Daughter Days, was published by Unsolicited Press in 2025. She is the founding editor of Galileo Press, lives in Aiken, South Carolina, and is a three-day event rider. Visit www.juliawendell.com.