Strangely Familiar

Sometimes, it so happens that we've paid so much attention to the things in front of us, we've forgotten to look at what is not there. To consider the whole picture, background and foreground, positive and negative space, stuff and emptiness. We need both for the beauty of the picture, for the balance. Yet how difficult to let go of the song in front of us and free fall into the murky nothing. How difficult to forget our name and lose ourselves in the infinite letters. But, is there any other way to understand the shape of things? Spaces i. the trees have strung up our hearts, a thumping, bumping fruit, on this infernal, vernal day with the lavender blooms of mountain laurel, the glory of birdsong, and the earthy taste of greens plucked from the dirt christening our senses, making us forget our sins of winter and believe in a perpetual spring day ii. the birds have been singing outside our window in the light and in the dark they s