Bee Cave Arts Foundation
Hive Gallery
12700 Hill Country Blvd
Bee Cave, Texas
The lonely blackbird criesAs she flies across the morning skyOverdue at home to a family“I’m coming, I’m coming.” With nowhere to beAnd no one to take care ofI watch. And sip my coffee.And sigh.
A celebration of silence BecomesA celebration of the creak of the chairThe crack of his neck,The knock of her bonesThe cough of the manConsidering his coffinThe shuffle of feet Obviously stressed by the stillnessThe creak of a kneeThe chair againA sigh of settling for someone Who sighsDuring the moments set asideFor silent meditation And a celebration of tiny soundsinstead…
I have danced around the abyss before
Perched precariously
Along its jagged peaks
Seeking adventure
Just out of reach.
I have walked through the desert before
Parched and beaten
By the noon day sun
Seeking fortune
Or a little fun…
There’s no devastating surprise to slap you like cold water and wake from the dream…