Normal Manifestations Of Life Not in my backyard. The huge spokes of the wind turbines gracefully wind around and around, pushing aside the sky as it would be, and they are beautiful: the enormous message of life still finding a way to happen. Invisibly, power surges along the cables. Longer contemplation and we’re in a small craft finding a course direction that evades this or that perilous turn, the women on the rocks singing their alluring song, the monster from the deep able to swallow us all, every spar and mast, whole, the wave that curls higher than God and crushes down like death everything before it. And yet think: it’s a small garden outside the average dream house and we’re leaving soon for Atlanta, a brief vacation among friends, as soon as the eldest gets back from work in the truck. Really we’d rather remain, it is a dream house after all, but only in travel, like this, do you test yourself and your narrow stay at home notions of the possibilities of living. Already she’s started to learn Hindi and that can only mean much longer and weirder travels. The cats are anxious with the sense of near absence in the air, the movement toward movement nowhere and yet everywhere.
Posted on: Sun, 17 Nov 2013 13:47:53 +0000
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