thoughts

11 09 2006

Evolution by Cin Salach

It’s Thursday and someone’s testing the new church bells

so every few minutes it’s Sunday. God’s in the air and

out of the blue, I’m moved to begin tracking my religion

in feathers- watch them float randomly down, land randomly

here.  Looking up to witness their journey, I’m surprised how

far they’ve traveled in seven days.  God’s breath sending them

down, establishing faith and gravity.  A noticeable pile has

collected at my feet.  Proof we didn’t crawl out of the ocean

in the beginning.  In the beginning we just fell out of the sky,

squawking, flopping, wondering about the architecture of

nests, looking for the right building materials and something

to hold us together.  Something like skin.  or skin. 

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