“Do you love me?” says the owl-woman,
long legs reaching for the ground as she lands,
yellow eyes burning into mine.
Snowy white and speckled brown she is, from the
North she comes to my dreams and says,
“Do you love me?” always the same, from
the North, where the ice bear
swims in the sea, miles from the land, never lost.
“Yes,” I say, “I love you.”
“Do you think I am beautiful?” says the owl-woman,
sunlight through her wings, turning and turning,
yellow eyes burning. “Say it,” she says
“Yes,” I say, “you are beautiful.”
“I know,” she says. “Now you can sleep.”