About a picture with a pregnant she – animal. One particular universe; the milk from the breast of Heaven provides the ladder. Wide-cupping branches of this tree, its cells full of condensed light, branches taut, held in the air, holding me tiny, breathless, pinned to it in the immensity, watching, always watching you the deer vast as space before me: in your mouth the central heart stem emerges from your crown with a shout – fluid and full of poise.
But maybe I prefer the first image? More about balance? Emptier.
A troop of long-tailed tits outside the window. This morning the bird song so loud that I thought the windows must be open – but they were not. The song penetrated the walls of this house, penetrated me.