A Close Encounter

Self-awareness on a pedestal, stalled by a stormy day, placed there by providence —by poet A Close Encounter car window reflected a close encounter. iridescent feathers folded; downpour. in blue cape, he hides his eyes, blue-green. we squeak past the blue trash can, he’s atop. so close, my husband doesn’t see him there, but the passenger, me, “Look a peacock!” was on my way to get my procedure. a sign, perhaps; hope that I’d be okay. had harried weekend, ups and downs, distract. i thanked the Lord, smiled, a calming effect.