The Skies that Bind Us
Where are the maps of the skies? Encoded in a bird.
Look up: bird clouds.
Where is knowledge held? In the soft grey maze of the brain - impressed on the heart - inscribed on our bones? Where are the maps that migratory birds follow, spanning the sky with their annual flights, chasing the wind and splitting star-paths with the deep knowledge of when and where to go. They bind the skies with their journeys, alert to the whisper of physics and flesh, then rest when they reach home – and home again.
Look up: bird clouds.
Where is knowledge held? In the soft grey maze of the brain - impressed on the heart - inscribed on our bones? Where are the maps that migratory birds follow, spanning the sky with their annual flights, chasing the wind and splitting star-paths with the deep knowledge of when and where to go. They bind the skies with their journeys, alert to the whisper of physics and flesh, then rest when they reach home – and home again.