The owl was not calling my name tonight
But he reminded me of something beautiful
And familiar in myself: The wild rush of song and lust and courage
“I’m here! he said, “and I will not be silenced!”
This poetry has become a religion for me.
Thank God I have something.
“Good recipes, good food,
Even building something right,
Is not enough,” I said.
“You need the sky.”
“Still not enough,” he hooted hard again.
“No. Not ever enough,” said I.
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