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

the view. 

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

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