Monday, November 19, 2012
MIGRATION wood sculpture by Candace Knapp
16 inches x 10 inches x 9 inches Photo Bjorn Andren
I guess you’ve heard of dung beetles
pushing those brown balls up a hill,
there are a lot of stories...
well that’s not me at all.
I am on the move though.
I’m migrating and I love it!
This is the good life
out on the road with the sun in my face and the wind at my back...
Some creatures go South this time of year
when flowers close up and an icy wind threatens.
They call this time “the holidays.”
I follow my instinct creeping into the sad and lonely places:
the little shadow below the eye,
the corner of the mouth,
the lump in the throat...
I set up camp anchoring my legs and stretching up to my full height.
Gradually, petal by petal I open my magnificent flower.
I am virtually invisible but when I release my perfume
the breath comes easy,
the heart relaxes
and the music starts to play!
Can you hear it now?