Moving towards darkness

Ode to imagination

I walk through fields of yellowed grain
Moonshine turns them silver
And stars twinkle like angels
Against the blue sky strained of light
I clap into the field
And a bundle of blue jays
Leap into the sky;
The sound of it rattles
Through the vastness
Bouncing off surfaces as of emptiness
Finding its way from ear to ear;
The trees, a heavy green
Whisper into the wind's murmur
Tickling the ether until it giggles;
Even empty spaces here
Resonate with my silent breath
And I am at home.


Sometimes the mind conjures up interesting images when the immediate reality may appear to be quite the opposite. A complete antithesis of my blip can be found here.