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.
monday 29th december 2008
it begins with a postcard from Fergus (random words of chaos and playfulness)....
he reminds me of the small things
forgotten things
the things we take for granted...
I begin
to walk and witness
to give attention to
a reconaissance
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.
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