it was the noise of the stars that woke me again and again through the night and though my mind comprehends the silence of those long journeys, it was the noise of the stars shining loud in the sky that woke me from the mothwing quiet of sleep.
he said it is quite simple but really pay attention and was speaking very quickly as the dream was the length of the road which was only the height of the mountain and at the speed at which i was driving was not very much time at all. and i was just so happy…
some days it’s a long walk to remembering, (berg wind breath down my neck), slow to start the journey when i’ve forgotten that we forget. somewhere beyond the desert a butterfly unfurls her wings and here at the edge of the ocean the wind begins to sing. through the night i hear it calling…
it was raven who stirred the sky this morning arcing dark wings in a far away sky as i walked up the hill tasting the road with my feet.
there is electric in the air i taste it on my tongue wet my finger to test the wind breathless – i wait run cool hands across the sky calling under my feet mycelium are threading towards the light hearing beyond the horizon waiting for the storm.
over read and stuffed fuzz full with headlines and bylines transferred and absorbed in so many megabits of inconsequential per second i come to walk the sun-warmed dew. hoping my feet will remember where to plant the cauliflower, where i left the spade, what being human feels like in this body and the body of…
i imagine the sky a little bluer when you’re here, hills a little greener lakes so much more ablaze in morning light – and i smile with the house smug on its spindly legs sighing at her rooms full of daughters. but time shrinks and rushes when you walk in the door and cramming the…
i nearly forgot up there on the hill wind blustered and sun drunk on mist breath and endless ocean, nearly forgot my solidity of bone and lack of wing. nearly remembered flight.
remembering again she said we were bleeding at our roots. she said of all the species sharing this planet – we were the only ones who had to pay to live here and after my silence, like deep river swallowing stone, i had to laugh because that is a special kind of stupid – and…
too long she said cooped up in here amongst the dust and tired words. go outside she said taste the air that bites the night while the stars swim on homeward.