conversation with an owl

it happened

on south mountain road

whirling home

by bike 

in summer. 

i was falling towards something, careening downhill

absorbed in the beauty

of this aloneness

a frontier unfolding like a wing

a wing


she dove across

the road

my forehead met her feather

we could have collided

one sweeping touch

of sacred

into the other.


in that moment

our prayers combined.


Don't be afraid of who you are becoming.

Listen deeply

and meet yourself, who is

Your Companion.


i turned to face her.

she landed




Love your darkness, lean in

with alert and patient eyes.

What we are made of

will in turn

be born

into something new.