^ a many-feathered creature ^
it's night, lately. the sun sets early & we plunge into darkness while still feeling like afternoon. i watched shadows travel over the brick of melchers last week and it struck me how quickly daylight fades. i guess i had never noticed the swift tilting of this planet.
it's fleeting, all of it.
i'm shrugging the desire to clutch, to grasp, to grip with white knuckles, the elusive wings of time. to reign in her ferocious speed and to whisper into feathered ear "hush, now. walk quietly. there's no need to fly."
it's fleeting, all of it.
i'm shrugging the desire to clutch, to grasp, to grip with white knuckles, the elusive wings of time. to reign in her ferocious speed and to whisper into feathered ear "hush, now. walk quietly. there's no need to fly."