Sometimes you see a tree out of nowhere
or a bird sitting on a string in absolute abundance.
A baloon stuck in electric wires,
a shirt flapping tunes in an afternoon
or a man stops just to smoke by the side of the river.
If you can let go of the loneliness solitude will be yours.
It doesn’t stop where you make a difference.
There are too many dialogues that go unsaid,
a mellow worm cuts the soft shadow of connection.
Think about the things that you can choose and the things you can’t
you will always find air in the first one.
So these canvasses,
the Sunday sky,
a stormy beach,
a fire falcon,
closed eyes and the dream of falling.

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Photograph: Barbara Morgan

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