Where there is one
There are likely a hundred or more to be found
Sometimes fragmenting in the distance
Sometimes swirling again in swift, perfect cadence
Creating the difficulty of distinguishing one
Is it just us who embraces this shortcoming
Because we never really want to get close enough?
We wish for improbable flight
While the great assembly gathers above
Higher this time than last
In dreams, mocked by the crows
Who know the great freedom
We rarely taste
nicolas hall 2011
From a series of images and poems created for a gallery show, Theory of Flight, in April 2011.
I find it almost impossible to not have words and imagery together in some form. Thank you for looking and reading