Owl Owl

Owl owl

soft in the sky
your white
strength
flies dark
wisdom
in your
infinite eyes.
You drift
a dandelion
white
as I
rooted to the
ground
know flight
in your
curling arcs
wings delight
Could I fly
with you
and leave
an empty wake?
Could we fly
until morning
without a trace?

Suddenly the Owl

When clouds block
the low hanging
sun

and the North Star
is too dim to
see

suddenly the owl
captures the
whole sky
with his
golden flight

his white
moon face
his sailing wings
an arrow
cloth
he glides
and flaps

and though you
had not
meant to

Stop

in between
day and
night

you do.

In a flash
of white

you understand

your place.