Artificial Light

We have found all the eggs.
The birds have flown out of their hiding spots and presented themselves, one by one. Flock by flock.
The urge to hang clothes on the line and have the smell of the outdoors on my skin has returned.

I am restless now.  I am restless to shirk my status as a specimen under artificial light.  It is time for me to emerge from my hiding spot and come out into the sunshine.

How about you?


  1. i watched a bird do a strange mating dance this week, wings akimbo and flapping oddly. at first i thought him broken somehow...and then i realized, it was an act of hopeful, awkward love. oh, the mystery of it all. i'm still hiding in the false warmth of the house these days, waiting for my inner springs to spring...


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