consider the ribcage
of any moment:
i mean what’s usually hidden
and holding the heart
of what happens.
i mean how we live
in overlapping layers,
tender parts of ourselves
paved over for safety.
how still a white gull
can break through those bricks,
remind us we’re wired
for connection,
surprise us back into the light.


photo and poem by katherine ferrier ©2017


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