(Day 6 of this year’s Advent series. Yesterday’s piece was about the squirrel-space continuum; today we consider the contradictions of stillness.)
Stillness Under Sound
This morning, so much stillness
Under sound –
The stillness of all thousand souls alive
Before the fall.
What fall? This morning – flight:
All trembling leaves
Share this soul’s
Delight.
Imagine leaves, tossed reddish-gold-green against a blue so high your eyes want to shout. The air around is moving, has been moving all morning – brisk and constant and timed to its own knowledge of space; the leaves never stop moving in this air. They are on a branch, but that branch is moving too. And after watching upwards for a while, you also are conscious of moving. Leaves, air, branch, you: you’re all flinging yourselves upwards towards the sky, all bathed in high blue, wave-caught in an instant – later thought of as – the “updraft joy.”
Such moments hold themselves.
Skeleton At The Feast 
That was really pretty! You are my updraft of joy!!
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Thank you so much for reading – I’m so glad I could add a breath of joy to your day.
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