The stars answer each other, singing over and through the wind. Coming and going follows patterns that signal a chorus of light from within chords I cannot name.
We are not on the same journey, the stars and I. We go in different directions, down the imperturbable street that seeks both its ending and beginning in a place that can’t be found. We pass each other on separate orbits, reflected in the pulses of moontides. We circle and spiral, held by different arrangements of time and space.
Holding the sea, I lift it to the sky, trying to capture and distill the chiaroscuro into a garment of rainbow clouds. Join me, I ask silently. Dance with me, become with me a kaleidoscope that shifts the darkness of chaos into currents that gyre together, a collective river of song.
exchange of self
Merril’s prosery prompt at dVerse quotes from poet Gwendolyn Brooks: “We go in different directions down the imperturbable street.”
Merril posted some wonderful photos of light in her Monday Morning Musings today, and several of them reminded me of collages I had done for Jane Dougherty’s microfiction prompts. This one is from 2016 (you can see the original post here).