the gravity of light
keeps me tethered to the anarchy of fortitude
and i am calm most days
as long
as no one looks behind the curtain
the robin sings at dawn and dusk
celebrating light and darkness
with the very same song
and i wonder
how any of us make it
through a night
that lets us
slip
through the grasp
of reality’s fingers
even dogs dream and
no one
ever told them they couldn’t
every morning
bird call becomes bell or music or
shrill-strapped screaming
but i always wake up
to this tree
this red breasted thrush
this half-hearted thrashing
against the weight
of a twisted
damp-mouthed
sheet
.
.
.
June 19th, 2014 at 11:05 am
like that line on even dogs dream cause no one told them they could not….keeping our dreams alive…def important…regardless the darkness…or the light that invades….either can be helpful…and deadly…
June 19th, 2014 at 1:49 pm
I copied this into my journal, Kelly. I think your images are special. Thank you for sharing them.
June 19th, 2014 at 3:19 pm
So beautiful, this is my new favourite of yours.
June 23rd, 2014 at 3:14 pm
The Wizard is a recurring motif for me, of late, too (though not in pen – not much of that happening these days) ~