I Heard the Bay Singing

I Heard the Bay Singing

I heard the Bay singing tonight.  I heard something singing to me.  I think it was across the waves and the world beyond the other shoreline.  Was it calling to me? Was it about perception and the real piece of myself? I drift outside, I pause and look above, to the dark skies, the moon trying to break thru the clouds. What is this, about breaking through? I will crack the shell and break thru, like a new born chick, looking up and welcoming itself to the world.

Photographs in my mind weave together things of my life, and then I see the page of glued prints and hold them close, and all the while, I see new pictures, new prints that making up the album.

In the night air, in the silence of the night and in the movement of the river, and it's arms, I have found it, my footprints and my breaths, my first and last breath, my first and last dream.