Owl Songs

eye, touchlight, bag of water, pinhole letting the world in
look, mind not the how: be

wavelets shunting cell to cell
softly flaring mind
the kiss of wind, branch
morphed to arm, gods whispering

eye blooded shut
now open
yes?
and whose the broken speaking
yours?  mine?
soultrust violate
fingertouch
a questioning of all edges
heart  numb
wingsofblood

me?   you?   me?

Alison Croggon

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