Awake in the night -

I am awake.



I tried sleeping, re-adjusting my hat, and such.

I never slept in a hat before and I am reminded of the Night Before Christmas, and "Ma in her kerchief, and I in my cap."

My hat is blue wool with a soft cotton lining. I feel cozy, and like an
elf. I also feel I look rather generic when I am not wearing the hat,
and I find that curious.  I see my humanity more clearly.   I
feel androgynous, and not.  I like my forehead.  I have a
strong forehead, like my shoulders.   

I feel myself molting, and I heard what I believe was a screech owl
just now, and thought what it would be to be a mouse picked up in the
talons of an owl. Mary Oliver has a wonderful poem about that
experience.


My eye now falls on this poem by W. S. Merwin.



     Song of Man Chipping an Arrowhead



    Little children you will all go

    but the one you are hiding

    will fly











Wow!!!