a few weeks ago in the mid-day flat light of early new england autumn I arrived at a place of solid memory from my youth
a dike across a watery meadow hosting migrating birds and those that came there to know them and remember how to breathe
the automatic recalling of the science teacher that encouraged my brother and me to watch them - escaping from the math
my heart races still today to split the meadow and the difference of a life built on learning to see and in all light - bathe
to feel at home just seeing - and maybe later if the impression on the retina is strong enough and well recalled… to draw forth what is there