Breathing deeply,
eyes closed to the noise around me.
Inhaling lightness.
Exhaling roots.
I see an eye, peeking —
peeking from the dark.
Rising with each breath
until I meet crow gaze.

Her shadow descends, wings outstretched,
falling back inside me.
A moment of uncertainty.
A moment of pause.
Feather by feather,
dark and iridescent
they spread across my shoulders,
stitching to breath and bone —
a jigsaw of marrow and sky
Rearranged, whole.

We rise to the wind,
to the wide reach of the horizon.
Soaring through cedar and salt,
a swirl of obsidian
in a cathedral of light.
Vast.
Unending.
One breath, one wing,
whole forever.

Diving and twisting,
from realm to realm,
eyes multiplied and piercing.
Secrets in the grains of ancient forests.
Silver veins of the earth.
Calligraphy of wind
written across ages gone by.

The crow lives within me,
And I within her.
One breath, one wing,
Whole, forever.