Revelry — a working title, 2020
Published in
Dec 22, 2020
Photo: James Hunter
You can walk your trail and tap your feet. Call the birds by name, even use their tongue as your tongue — their clicks and “coowiez” can be yours for an afternoon amongst the trees.
I sit sometimes on the porch at night, smoking into the speckled- starred sky, all out of focus. From there, I can use the ancient leaves, the fire, and the buds to see beyond my knees.
To listen, one must be quiet. To see, one must also be quiet.
