Some days we feel we are the sky;
unbounded, weightless.
Some days we feel we are the clouds;
stuck in between.
Some days we feel we are the post;
reaching
striving
falling
short.
Some days we feel we are the sky;
unbounded, weightless.
Some days we feel we are the clouds;
stuck in between.
Some days we feel we are the post;
reaching
striving
falling
short.
Most days I feel like the post.
Every day I feel like the post it seems…
This one is right up my alley.
Reminds me of a series I’ve been adding to for a few years.
Those little bits of wire, wood, metal and stone that we humans stick up into the sky.
Not the scrapers or the towers but
those little things like
the arm hair of humanity.
Need to get back to that one as well….Thanks again!
Interesting! Are you familiar with a band called Godspeed You! Black Emperor? Pretentious name I know (somewhat pretentious band too…), but they had an album title that I always liked – “Lift your skinny fists like antennas to heaven” – I like that image. I like the arm hair of humanity image too!