Fractal [e]scapes

Dusting off old suitcases

Cast and sheer

Howling winds

Wish upon a star

                                                                           "Star light, star bright" . . .

August supermoon

And the last is always the brightest. ~

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"Begin with loss and see 
how the world contradicts you,
how the horizon implies that beyond it
the water is not empty
but full of ships
all docking at another island" . . .

― Lynn Emanuel

Blue jay

                                            Cloud of blue, fair wings

                                             on a slanted horizon ―

                                             a dream in motion.

"The spirit likes to dress up" (Mary Oliver)

                        All you see is a mere reflection, only

The spirit

likes to dress up like this:

ten fingers,

ten toes,

shoulders, and all the rest

at night

in the black branches,

in the morning

in the blue branches

of the world.

It could float, of course,

but would rather

plumb rough matter.

Airy and shapeless thing,

it needs

the metaphor of the body,

lime and appetite,

the oceanic fluids;

it needs the body's world,

instinct

and imagination

and the dark hug of time,

sweetness

and tangibility,

to be understood,

to be more than pure light

that burns

where no one is ―

so it enters us ―
in the morning

shines from brute comfort

like a stitch of lightning;

and at night

lights up the deep and wondrous

drownings of the body

like a star.

― Mary Oliver

Light-bulb shakers

Tap on the shoulder

The ravel knot

Ephemeral