I wake from a dream.
It was not my dream.
A flock of snow geese dreamt me.
An owl swooped down
with the message scrolling from its beak
I am the savior of the world.
The owl ate me.
But I did not die.
I felt myself pressed into canvas.
Hieronymus Bosch added colors
with confident brush strokes.
He shaded dimensions on a lost Annunciation painting.
Words scroll from Gabriel’s mouth to Mary’s ear.
The pope and bishops sit at a table in the background,
knives and forks ready to parse the cooked goose.
copyright © 2020 Kenneth P. Gurney
