Chirrup

Chirrup

Even minor moments

Are full of possibilities.

The signal bursts,

Calling from hiding,

Interruptive,

Compelling,

Propelling me onto another branch of my Flow.

‘This is good’,

And I follow the ripples of myself,

Telemetry coming in,

From farther and farther away.

I skip over a seam,

The mutual grooming,

Over my people-scape,

Done.

Previous gait,

Returned.

by Charlie Schick,

once again inspired by Phil Lindberg

Espoo – 08mar07

cross posted on Lifeblog