The Owl And The Mountain

I raised my head to the sky.

My forehead and cheekbones became the mountain.

My tears became the rivers.

I rooted to the earth and I said, “Huh.”

The owl flew down with the moonrise and cloaked my back with its wings.

It said, “I see in all directions. My eyes hold the night sun.”

It anointed my head with a feathery crown.

I bowed my chin in thanks.

The wolf at my side looked up at me, “I am here.”

My hand in its fur, “I know.”

This is it.

Become the mountain holding the streams, the trees, the animals.

Let the birds carry your messages, the wolf your prey.

Root yourself in your bones on the earth and be.

I am the mountain.

I hold the sky.

“Huh.”