Jan. 9th 2021

"The wax has melted

but the dream of flight

persists."

from This Heavy Craft

by P.K. Page

I always figured we were born to fly

"" All my life,' she said."I've been so busy running from Beethoven to Bach to Brahms, I never noticed I was twenty-nine. next time I looked up I was forty. Yesterday, seventy-one. Oh, there were men: but they'd given up
singing at ten and given up flying when they were twelve. I always figured we were born to fly...,"

from The Day It Rained Forever
by Ray Bradbury

'There may be various ways to organize 

one’s story, structuring it 

By place-names or by people or 

by poems, instead of incidents 

And years, yet all of them seem equal in 

the end.'

from La Duree

by Koethe, John. 

"and it occurs to me

that if I were to die at this moment

that picture would accompany me

wherever I am going

for part of the way."

from The Last Picture in The World

by Al Purdy

"The moon drops one or two feathers into the field. 

The dark wheat listens. 

Be still. 

Now. 

There they are, the moon's young, trying 

Their wings. "

from Beginnings

by James Wright

" Let us live for the beauty of our own reality. "

Charles Lamb

"Change is a measure of time and, in the autumn,

time seems speeded up. What was is not and never

again will be: what is is change."

Edwin Way Teale

Zipping around the Big Slough

"This is the best—

throwing off the light covers,

feet on the cold floor,

and buzzing around the house on espresso—

maybe a splash of water on the face,

a palmful of vitamins—

but mostly buzzing around the house on espresso,"

from Morning

by Billy Collins

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth

"So heavy

is the long-necked, long-bodied heron,

always it is a surprise

when her smoke-colored wings

open

and she turns

from the thick water,

from the black sticks

of the summer pond,

and slowly

rises into the air

and is gone."

from Heron Rises From The Dark, Summer Pond

by Mary Oliver