If I had been asked how many minutes I had been there, I could not have said. Time did not belong to this space; I could not measure it.
As a child I saw no contradiction in some afternoons expanding joyfully, while others stifled, impossible to escape. Growing up meant constructing arbitrary boxes to make things fit into the space we were allowed to have.
Ask the butterfly
how it transforms the air. Ask
the bird how its wings
capture light. Ask the bees
about the ancient magic
of their dance. Ask the
trees how it is that roots and
branches contain all
the maps needed to complete
the circle, sustain, abide.
Some days pass by and disappear as if they had never been. Some days live forever. Those are the days I seek.
For earthweal, where Sherry has asked about our wild heart.
Also linking to dVerse OLN, hosted by MsJadeLi.