Africa, through the door
Africa, through the door, second star to the right….
The swallows in St Nectan’s church were flying from window to stained-glass medieval-window. Chirruping. Sounding distressed, desperate, like people making 999 (US = 911) phone calls. Plenty of painted stars on the church ceiling but no phone service to answer the calls…
It’s autumn equinox, getting noticably cold. It’s a long flight south, I hope they find the door before winter sets in. Painted stars can be fatally distracting from the things that really make life…
My drab, starless, self felt helpless in the hermitted church.
September 22nd, 2009
lovely, ta!
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