urban hermitude...

I love to watch eagles do their thing in the air…

majestic expansion, Contrived balance,
Swished cool gliding feathers,
Calmed chaotic emotional constipation,
Noisy invisibility, windswept and scrubbed,
Physical therapy, I 'stepped out' of a rut!
Quiet purposelessness,
closed my I.
secured in my own conchshell, my whole sea, my whole universe... .. .. .... .. . . . .

fucking reality always bites….!