House sitting outside the loop while friends visit Dallas this weekend. I’m struck by this line of gargantuan utility towers marching down the center of the easement behind the property. Photo taken just before sunrise and given some filter whammy for a kind of Hockneyesque look.
fragile and delicate a tiny green creature casts ominous dragon shadows up the lamplit wall
I am halted in my tracks by the vacancy of its eye socket The gift of flight ought to have served it better but nothing comes and goes like bodies and dust In terms of yoga the ad hoc cemetery becomes the mandala of the deity whose likeness in all things appears in the absence of our unwieldy projections Now fingering beads on a mala like counting bones at a dig and nothing comes and goes like tallied digits sol wa dep
Photo (CC BY-SA) 2021. A decaying unidentified bird’s head.
Birds, they see everything this is why the angels have their wings where the heavens cleave to subtract us, and why pillows are filled with feathers so to break the fall Like a church's vaulted ceilings they fly, tracing arches wedding the heights to the motions of our base arguments in grounded, plodding tethers as we look everywhere but up and wonder, 'is this all?' (May 11, 2021: taking a 2 week pause from social media. Peace and happiness!)
Photo (CC BY-SA) 2021, Blue Grosbeak with Prisma filter.