January 5, 2011. If I could fly, would I visit a distant arctic shore? How far would I fly over a wide ocean to be where I needed to be or to be with the one I love? Could I follow a rocky shore, searching each inlet, scouring mountain cliffs, not knowing what I was searching for, but looking anyway? What invention - this paper bird, the snowbank, the sidewalk that looks like sand. It makes me want to soar, to go away, to migrate and wait for spring.Thursday, January 6, 2011
I AM A BIRD NOW
January 5, 2011. If I could fly, would I visit a distant arctic shore? How far would I fly over a wide ocean to be where I needed to be or to be with the one I love? Could I follow a rocky shore, searching each inlet, scouring mountain cliffs, not knowing what I was searching for, but looking anyway? What invention - this paper bird, the snowbank, the sidewalk that looks like sand. It makes me want to soar, to go away, to migrate and wait for spring.
