Intransit

Thursday; Grateful...

I do not know where the words and phrases come from. It is sometimes like having an out of body experience. I'm let loose within my own mind and a field lays open before my mind's eye, where words and phrases are growing in different stages of maturity.

The words have colours and half hidden depths. The field may be glimmering in a heat haze, or be swathed in late afternoon shadings. From time to time I visit the field and find it is rock strewn, where only the hardest and densest words can survive.

It is my field. But I have no idea who tends it in my absences. I am grateful.

posted by john @ 9:37 pm