Daily Archives: January 4, 2015

What’s Real

Light in my eyes and time in my brain
Dreaming down the path toward the woods.
In the big moment before it takes flight
Flashing red, a bird becomes a word.

A stone in my boot reminds me. 
Preferring an empty mind
I pause to remove it.

What should I say about this
To other minds in other bodies?
I would say that flashes of light 
And moments of time
Birds on branches taking flight
Are not words.

They are something else entirely.
They are our lives 
Real for a moment
Streaming trails of words in their wake.

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What’s Real – Tullio – 2015

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