Atlas of thought
Concise. The dove roars. At first not sure if it was an owl. I know now. The sky is blue. Filled with birds. They shriek. Something about a blue sky. Our hearts beat faster in warm winds. Here in the north. I think of waves. Dolphins. I must have been a sailor. A seashell. Sometime before. And the vapors of clouds. Mysteriously they seem solid. But we go right through. Always an inspiration. A reminder. That things are not what they seem.
(Beautiful) Painting by Tanja Baltzer, SKY01