Thursday, 2 July 2015

joy. a definition

legs still moving. circles moving circles. the friction of small stone rubbing small stone. tectonics in miniature. delicious crunch under weight. the lightness of motion. then the ease and release of grip
(not control). trust, balance, alignment. and the feeling of a body in flight.


timo said...

perched on the stone slabs of the dam's edge, the grey heron turned to look at me, then looked straight again and in one continuous movement consisting of slow and powerful flaps of the large wings, she rose in air and left me alone by the streaming water. tuesday morning, around half past seven, *

cloudgathererholdmedown said...

lone birds and yet a moment of connection.