4.28.2009

Tunnel // Migration



The tunnel runs forward ahead of us and I wonder where my sun is? Is She out there. Will I ever break back into Her wash? And then-She is there. Steady and objective. All the white cars like doves fly with us on this road, fanciful flight towards migratory grounds.


Forward frozen
Hesitant time stamp.
Collapsing into environment
Re-rooting.