I am the slinking panther falling down rock into prey, mouth baring
I am the gypsy moth drawn to light in darkness I am the surface of pond skimming under skippers Rushing, opening, still I was the avalanche I am the campfire I will be constellations I see with yellow eyes that cloud over brick I wash through land in algae water-- Over rocks, make them crisp smooth brilliant A traveler A wanderer A warrior A monk A planet My growl heard over a hundred countrysides My ears open to sunset showers My hands lifting daddy long legs to safe grass Hear the sandpipers Catch a salmon Find ocean bottom That place less explored than solar system What am I missing? Where am I? Where am I now? What am I? Where am I now? Who? This chameleon shape shifter Who do you see in this mirror Who do you want to see in this empty boat Yourself? A friend? A victim? Teacher? Student? I am the space between ( )
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Heidi KraayProcess notes on a work in progress. This page serves to invite you into the way I work, with intermittent posts to show you the hows and whys on the whats I make, as well as prompts and ideas I bring to certain workshops. There will also be some raw, rough content found in notebooks written years ago, previously posted on: Archives
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