a piece of me
is always flying
.
out of focus by default
feathered in darkness
made invisible by midnight
reaching higher
.
a silhouette
formed by stars
and expectation
spinning tumbling diving
straight for the heart
of a nest
made from twig and
woven promises
.
always landing
skewed and off center
grasping finger and foothold
holding on letting go
fluttering
.
.
.
.
October 28th, 2014 at 10:12 am
That’s the way for a creative like you to fly, Kelly. No straight lines. Exploring three dimensions of life. Love this.
October 28th, 2014 at 10:24 am
fluttering. falling. flying again and always. you made my heart skip a beat. i know those nests of woven promises.
October 28th, 2014 at 11:33 am
life is a mix of holding on and letting go…and which we choose will determine how far we will fly….
October 28th, 2014 at 12:07 pm
That nest of twigs and woven promises… that’s such a good image…
October 28th, 2014 at 12:13 pm
those nests of promises are what keep us flying
October 28th, 2014 at 4:19 pm
Asbolutely gorgeous.