Saturday, September 3, 2016

A bird in the bushes


That sudden moment you realize
in full color,
Everything has changed
dramatically-
As though the view had become slightly altered
-say some trees missing over there-
the skyline is as good a place to start
against which the details are sharp-est
most vivid.
This was the moment
that would be marked
the point of divergence,
a terrain change
ahead.
All is
unforgiving in this light.
I said up and above, bellowing
over heals past keeping pace and you race
to keep flying
toward this shiny chromatic destiny as if it were all the same-
to you,
estranged.
This very moment remains
coveted yet-
unchanged by the bumps and bruises,
fallen limbs and
sin,
regardless
of it always being just

this way.



Image of artwork By Internet Archive Book Images [No restrictions], via Wikimedia Commons.

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