“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

9.04.2008

between now & not quite yet

Feathers below the sky, outflying the oncoming storm,
confused by the the strange winds & scents from the sea.

I found this little guy on the front sidewalk this past weekend - too late to help;
he was gone to a new, always blue sky.
I like to think he came in with the other evacuees,
perhaps hitched a ride - stowed away on the bus to catch his breath.
A little lost Cajun baby in from Louisiana.
He didn't look hurt, so I imagined a whirlwind escape for him,
escaping from the hurricane all the way to Texas to end up at my doorstep.
I've given him a heaven bordered with with leaf-like hearts - he can fly through the gate.

The title comes from something Robin said to me.
no wind anymore, no wings to fly

8 comments:

  1. aaah, poor little bird, at least he knew to come to a good place for his last resting place.

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  2. THe above post is right, he landed on the right doorstep.

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  3. Eilandkind & Michelle - thank you. This summer continues to sadden and seems to be filled with promises of death or death itself. I see omens everywhere. This little bird, sad as it was, helped me - I read in to his arrival messages he may have been bringing. Perhaps not, but I am finding solace where I can.

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  4. This makes my heart hurt. Poor little guy.

    But what makes my heart sing is YOU....As I noticed your little fence in this picture, I got this wonderful little burst of inspiration to go out tomorrow with the sole purpose of photographing nothing but fences. I will share with you what I find! I wonder how long it will take before I get sidelined by some beautiful flower? Oh well...no rules...but definitely some fences!

    Thank you, lovely you. :):)

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  5. i had clicked on your art here and saw that row of hearts before i read the post. it is sweet! like a string of crumbs leading the way to bird heaven!

    i will be excited to see fences by jamie! that it..if she doesn't get sidetracked ;)

    the death of a bird makes me sad but your philosophical view bird heaven made me smile and be hopeful for him to find his way to blue.
    XO

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  6. Jaime - Oh, my heart just broke when I saw this little thing. Weirdly (or maybe not) he was right next to the little "pavement bird" I posted about the other day.

    I also want to say that the idea of you looking for fences & finding flowers made me feel good.
    How did it go?

    Robin - You are GOOD. A string of crumbs leading to heaven. What a great thought - it never occurred to me and I LOVE that you saw that in there. LOVE it! I'm sure the little bird is up there - way way up there where we can't see him - flying around & finding crumbs the angels have dropped.

    :) Debi

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  7. That title! That art! Oh my. I'm in heaven right along with that poor little bird.

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  8. Relyn- Thank you! I'm thinking that little bird is keeping an eye & an ear close to me - a little muse who's here today, then gone, then back again.

    Debi

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