I had a conversation last night about the way we change. How sometimes we are not stretched but instead compressed. It made me think of swords, how they are forged, how they function, and what their purpose is. We as human beings are in a never ending war against entropy. Like swords, we must be forged to become strong enough to fight back, and also like swords, we are only dangerous when we are moving.
Saw a pair of birds of prey fighting over the lot where I walk my dog. Graceful and fascinating. I really need to learn how to identify birds. One was smaller and white with a long tail white the other was bigger with banded wings and tail and a darn head. They inspired today’s poem.