Your lungs fill & spread themselves, wings of pink blood, and your bones empty themselves and become hollow. When you breathe in you’ll lift like a balloon and your heart is light too & huge, beating with pure joy, pure helium. The sun’s white winds blow through you, there’s nothing above you, you see the earth now as an oval jewel, radiant & seablue with love. It’s only in dreams you can do this. Waking, your heart is a shaken fist, a fine dust clogs the air you breathe in; the sun’s a hot copper weight pressing straight down on the think pink rind of your skull. It’s always the moment just before gunshot. You try & try to rise but you cannot.
11 thoughts on “Fly United”
Great action shot, would scare me though with all those birds 😉
This is a very interesting image… I looked at it for a long time.
Canadian poet… and a flock of not so Canadian geese! 🙂 The colours are beautiful – and dreamlike!
Amazing words, and a stunning image, Eddie
Amazing picture! These birds look in the air beautifully… Super shot!
Great shot. Look’S like a bird migration.
What a fantastic capture! Great title as well!
fly united! hehe, that’s good… what a gaggle of pretty birds! great shot!!
This is spectacular eddie. I am drawn to both the photo and poem. I have many many flying dreams and have all my life. I not only find peace in the colors here, but excitement. At any moment they could all rise as one in a plethora of nasal honking and flapping wings…..and I would stand in the middle of it, eyes closed as their wings brushed my face and body. I would absorb the kinetic energy of their collective flight…and possibly follow.
Thank you for such beauty my dear friend.
Wow. Great catch! I like the flying in and flying out. That carpet of birds must be sort of unnerving in person.
oh my God, that’s a crowd, would like to hear, how it sounds!