“Life may be the art of bridging lonelinesses”
This may be the most haunting and most transcendent discovery for any of us who seek and savor
On birds, Low Country sun, and waiting for the sublime
They fly with grace and a lovely sinuous curve of the neck. Then they land like drunken doofuses. As they slow near the ground, they are barely in control of their own bodies, like a cyclist losing the stability of momentum.