back to the bright sea


of my first breath
of my first breath
riding the hipbone of memory
riding the hipbone of memory
& saw a wheel of birds —Yusef Komunyakaa
& saw a wheel of birds
—Yusef Komunyakaa

8 responses to “back to the bright sea”

  1. midnight you found the perfect words for the perfect pictures. the photos blew me away but, if that wasnt enough, the words paired blew me in the other direction. if those novaculite hills arent the highbone of memory! found underwater at one time, the time of the first breath. and if THAT wasnt enough, you added the god of birds, our gorgeous vultures, exactly what i’m going to be in my next life. i never had this much fun at 6am. muchas gracias!

  2. i wonder what they thought of the music. i know that some loved it, swinging low over the stage when you were playing. did you notice: more came than the night before. they must have told their friends.

  3. hey, didnt you know? they’re not filled by requests, those slots. you got a vulture heart—you just move in and take it. when we were kids, and eating, ma used to refer to us as vultures alot.

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