Every Thursday, on that particular branch
In our park
Sat Harry the OwlHe watched the people, the world
As it passed byHe saw me jogging there one afternoon
His owly eyes gazed into
My soulHe knew by the look on my face
That I was worried about money
How am I going to pay my bills?
Why is money so hard to come by?
Why Is this always a problem?
How can I market myself so that employers hire me? Or at least call me back?
How can I break into this field as a newcomer when 5 years is the minimal required experience?
Why after all this study and preparation is nothing happening?
How can I change this?
Who can I talk to?
How can I support my family?
How can I be a good example for my kids?
How can I make a difference in this world?
Can I do more than just barely survive?Harry the Owl knew my inner thoughts
He guessed all in one momentary glanceHe had many words of advice to give
But the problem was
He only spoke Owlish, not
English
So he couldn't communicate with meI looked up at him for a couple seconds
Smiled
And went on my wayNever knowing Harry's wisdom
Never learning the answers to these
Burning questions
And so many othersMy eyes had locked with his
And he swiveled his head the
Other way
No chance to tell me
What he wanted to
Say
Something
Anything
To make
My dayWe are ships passing as
In the night
But on two different riversWe are two entities
In the universe
But in two vastly different
WorldsI will meet you
Harry the Owl
And hear all of your
Heartful wisdomTomorrow morning
At 4 amIn my dreams . . .
~ Gunnar Våken
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