Manic Monday There

It's Monday again. A brand new week and after a peek into the mind of a pelican who became tangled in a fishing line and hung by her wing in a tree for days before one out of many people finally called for help. I produced this as my free association writing:

Barely breathing. Barely there. Whispering. Fading. A ghost, almost. Transient and translucent. A sidewalk away from the cemetery. A breath away from eternity. Caught up on a line. Hung from a tree. Unable to break free. You. There. She sees you. Shouting. Solid. Permanent and opaque. She's not like the others. She won't cross the street; walk away from you there. Dangling by one wing. Head down. Pushing into the wind, trying to break free. She sees. And your sea will be yours once more. Her call manifests stairs and prayers and blessings. Down but not fallen. Free to be. Breathing. There. Full-bodied. A winged thing with a guarding angel. Yes, there.


Love, light, and laughter!
Jocelyn Modo
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