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
tuesday 6th january 2009
is there a message here
or is this the inside workings of grappling with something essentially ephemeral and distinct?
the root: the swans
the message: the last song, a dance, presence
the intention: to see what is just out of the corner of my eye
the reconnaissance: the texture and weight of the skin
gently holding a large space (depths)
what lies beneath what is seen
Posted by mel shearsmith