I see you seeing me I have wiped the mirror Or so it seems The foggy glass still shows unevenly Refractions Bending lost light through Patinas Needing soap and scrapping Looking for the wabi sabi The truer reflection Worn sculpted shaped eroded Visions and revisions Caught in this newer morning light Bent and blended Hidden identities are summoned: They are Charged and electric.
Look up just now And you might see Catching your eye As they did today mine A massing of migrants An assemblage of blackbirds Winging by the hundreds and thousands Schooling in a serpentine stream Moving within an imperative dream Flowing with an efficiency found in such unity Wide as a river and miles and miles long Drawn high aloft by imploring instincts Defying death while affirming life An avian stream A river of life Passing by in the sky.
Falling down has its upside If you happen to roll over and look up You may see what passes you by when You are more normally squared to the ground. There is the moon In its comings or goings Pale and ghostly blue Dodging amongst the clouds Which seem to sluice both north and south Simultaneously Condensing and vaporizing In a passing cycle-dance. And then there was a tiny, downy feather A lesser avian cloud Donated by some passing Chickadee Falling and rising Pulsed by Brownian movement With no sure destination Moving into the great soupy sea Of innumerable objects Specks of dust so small That may join and grow into sky spectacles Of storms and rainbows Crossing the heavenly horizon And finally beyond the eye And into the realm of dreams.
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