A message in a bottle…
To wait for three days.
A promise, to send
me a message.
I went back to my corner
to make a harbour in a raging sea
where I could admire
monday 29th december 2008
it begins with a postcard from Fergus (random words of chaos and playfulness)....
he reminds me of the small things
the things we take for granted...
to walk and witness
to give attention to
mapping the source
it is very cold and I can only manage to hold a fragile thing.
there is something haunting about the swans that keeps pulling me back to them, I think it is a silent song from very far away.
Posted by mel shearsmith