And now–there–to the right–the red slash
of a cardinal’s wing, a momentary artery
of flight, flung lifeline from pine
to fencepost, sky to pulsing wrist. Who says
it’s difficult to get the news? Yes,
the cold has spikes, and frozen furrows
of last year’s cornfields stumble
to a blind horizon. But look up:
Big plans unroll on high, black twigs
written on a bright blue sky.
–Roderick Townley
Comments on: "2. To the Stars Through Difficulty: Roderick Townley" (1)
I am transported by your images of connectedness, the physical and psychic body of one simple moment of the flash of red bird expands the heart and mind to cover the earth. Thank you.