January Sunrise

Sunrise Jan 11

After my last post, life became a bit hectic (as it tends to do from time to time.) I wasn’t the only one affected by November and December’s frantic rush. My writing friends’ schedules suffered similar disruptions, and January found many of us returning to projects in various stages of completion. So our annual writers’ weekend at the beach felt particularly well-timed this year, and the icy sunrise I photographed on our last day has been tugging at me, demanding to be my first blog images of 2015.

Sunrise Jan 11

Two weeks have passed, but the warm infusion of inspiration hasn’t waned. Now it’s time to gather my notes and begin a manuscript revision that is long overdue…

Adaptation

Adaptation

Some days I hardly remember
What it is to fly

What loss is
When morning feels like betrayal
And shoulders ache
With sudden gravity
Pressed into cruel bone design
Too human for wings

As if I never once awoke
Hair smelling of cloud
Wound in wild knots
And damp with tears

Or slept
Curled into a crevice of wind

Other days I recall myself
Grace confined to memory
In which I have never flown
And it was only ever a dream
Of falling
With all the other angels