Perception choices unheard voices things that might be or might have been and things that may never be we trade wings for thumbs flight for fire wings—any number of specialized paired appendages to wing a bird prevent flight—without causing death humans do this to birds (!) and sometimes to each other when Nathan was four he awoke with a feather stuck to his skin and thought he was turning into a bird time is not linear the past exists in the present the mind searches in the mind looking for affirmation the soul completes itself in solitude marshals its resources for good for transcendence there are many surprises when you are drifting turn around and the lake is silver mercurial, protean, mutable the heron sailing across crosses silver, then gray then white then gone two bald eagles have taken up residency in our backyard on Great Pond what luck! what good fortune! I am melting overcome with vibrational instability overcome with a longing I have no name for cloudlike vaporous that lightness of being they talk about yet liable at any moment to shatter like frozen glass into so many stars they cannot be put in rows and counted the heavens come down dragging the stars along making it easy to put them in a jar seal it with wax and take them with us first and foremost the painting is about the painting it may not be safe to leave the house today Eastham, MA, 2015 (Cape Cod)
Hiding Out